Where the Heck did my Mojo go?

It used to be I had so many ideas, I'd make multiple entries a day and schedule them out sometimes as much as two weeks in advance.  I haven't had an interesting thought in two weeks.  And heck, if I'm not interested, I know you aren't going to be!  Maybe I could have written about the sharks jumping on shore in last night's dream, or the time I woke up realizing that all night long I had been a 14 year old black boy in my dreams...but there's gotta be some crazy psychology behind all that and while I'm not against you thinking I'm wierd or silly, I am quite against anybody knowing how disturbed I may or may not be.  I could write a travelogue, or not!  I was kind of thinking of throwing down a 1930's menu planning post to go along with the 1930's housewife test tag/meme.  I have two really great 1930's cookbooks that have some really fun stuff in them (if you consider soaking your squirrel overnight in saltwater to take the gaminess out "fun").

It had occurred to me write about my adventures using FitDay, but I have to say, its not that great an adventure!  We had a one-day trip to San Diego, which was fun, but nothing particularly unique or funny happened, except when the google-maps directions went hay-wire in a big way, but nothing particularly interesting happened out of that, we just got out of the place it sent us and drove to the place we were trying to get too, big whoop.

So, I have to say, unless you send me a topic you're dying to hear my perspective on, it may be a long, dry, spell.  And so what?.