Blahg
Okay, so I've just coined a new word. I'm allowed. I'm a writer. If Lewis Carroll could do it ...
'Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves, And mome raths outgrabe
... then why not me? This is my blahg. It's what I do when I don't feel like doing anything, but I know I should be doing something. So I'm blahging. It's like a blog only less so. A blog is interesting; but a blahg? well ... not so much. A blahg is a vehicle for conveying one's internal blah.
Though not quite an onomatopoeic word, blah does require a degree of body language in order to best express it's meaning. Throwing one's tongue out of one's mouth along with the word and holding the single syllable for at least two seconds is quite effective. (Think of the Rolling Stones' Sticky Fingers album.)
Whereas the word ah! (blah's connotative opposite) carries an intrinsic lilt that automatically lifts the speaker upward physically and emotionally, blah is a gravitatious (another new word I shall explore at a later date) utterance that pulls the speaker downward into the depths of nothingness.
Therefore, though blahg entries may very well be therapeutic, it stands to reason that they might also be somewhat depressing, and since it hardly seems fair to drag readers down with me, I shall sign off until next time.