Feeling like a dull-train crashed into me today and spilled its dull load all over me. Feeling like little in the world interests me, and little of me interests the world. I saw Pippa at lunch, and felt dull. I saw Clare after work, and felt dull. I'm home now, alone, and I feel dull.
And if I'm dull, who else am I likely to inspire? Nobody. Because dullness doesn't inspire.
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