Tired

I'm at kind of a loss. My day has been spent alternately surfing the Internet and napping, due to an earlier-than-I-like wake-up this morning. Intellectually, I know I have things I'd like to write about, but it seems like when I sit down to write, there's nothing of substance to say. I guess working to force oneself to write when it seems like nothing's there is part of the process. Maybe I should write when the spirit moves me during the day, rather than just at the end of the day. Somehow, will has to meet action.