The elevator to nowhere.

Do you hear that?  Yeah, that’s muzak.  Muzak plays in my head sometimes when the words won’t come.  Most of the songs have no name that I can conjure, even though I recognize the melodies, and I could hum a few bars ahead if you asked me to.  But you probably wouldn’t.  Would you like to do a really lame, mellow hip shake and head bob with me? No?  Suit yourself.

I was vegetating, just now, staring at a blinking cursor for so long that my tongue dried up and got stuck to the roof of my mouth and a weird “glick” sound came out of me when they separated suddenly.  That’s when I realized I was just sitting here with my mouth hanging open like a moron.  You know the expression – you’d never be caught dead with that expression on your face in the presence of anyone you respect in the least.

Of course, that’s why you usually end up realizing you’re doing it when you’re in the room with someone you idolize and/or adore.  Maybe lust.  Fortunately, this time, it’s just me and the laptop and a bunch of unfolded laundry.  And unless Keifer Sutherland is hiding in the hamper, I think it’s safe to say I got lucky this time.  (Or not.)

Sometimes I have so many things I need to say that I literally have a handful of posts, in varying stages of completion, open on my desktop at the same time.  Right now, I want to write about something, and my brain just feels, well, dry… like my mouth.

I want to complete a writing challenge, but my heart isn’t in it.  I want to tell a funny story, but the words won’t come.  It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, or sad.  I’m not stressed out, distracted, or overly tired.  I’m not depressed, anxious, or tense about anything.  But I know when it’s not right, because I feel like I’m forcing something.  When it’s good, and real, the words flow onto the screen, and I can’t stop them.

But tonight, I’m just doomed to step on the elevator to nowhere.  The lift operator has on one of those funny hats and he won’t even smile at me.  He’s kind of cute, though, and it looks like there’s a guitar case propped in the corner behind him.  Maybe halfway up, I’ll goose him and see what happens.

I think “The Girl from Ipanema” is playing now.  I always liked that one.