Insomnia?

I don't think I have it, but you know, I kind of wanted an edgy-ish sounding, one word title for this post. I haven't been creative lately, but that's going to change. Maybe. I mean, really, what is there to do to help someone get those creative juices flowing? (That sounds gross.) I feel really bland and indifferent about this post. (I mean i'm not at my intellectual peak at this time.) I kind of don't feel like posting this. (Maybe I won't! Chances I will.) I do this a lot, make things very self referential. But, I suppose I like things that are self-referential. They don't require any prior knowledge on anything in particular. Hell, most of the time, they're stupid and not even funny the first time you read it (if that's even the purpose, or even if it isn't. Fuck.) But, you get used to the idea of this bubble that brings up a topic or a phrase that you've come to understand, or at least acknowledge and for some reason, it's hilarious.
For instance, I was looking up different exercises online when I found a link to a website. On that website was a bland, unimportant story about how some guy found the will and the way to lose his man-boobs. (In some circles, man-boobs are referred to as "moobs," keep that in mind.) Anyways, the moobs aren't important, or even how he lost them (which in his pictures, it doesn't look like he worked them off, but he's happy with himself so who cares.) What was so interesting was the fact that certain phrases, not even important ones, he would highlight them. Like that. I guess he was trying to be inspirational or thought provoking, highlighting phrases like, "But how in the world would I know who to ask??" and "Soon enough, he found a way to make himself happy!" And for some reason, I found it HILARIOUS. I'm not trying to be mean, but it's like an author of a book highlighting key phrases to the plot as he writes it with intention for it to become something great, something worthy of such attention. Well, I guess it is worthy of some attention since I wrote about it. But then again, who the hell am I?