Whose idea was it to shorten the term to "blog," anyway?

Now that we've reached the tail end of the week, I think I can safely lump this week as "bad." Not in a traditional sense, however. By "bad" I mean so little has happened, that I find myself exhausted from it. When things are this slow, I get a little irritable. I don't show it, but sometimes I start fuming over nothing. That's not the case tonight, but I still have nothing to do. No one to hang with. Everyone's busy and for some reason, I don't want to go out by myself. So, here is me. Kicking it at home until I can think of something that I could do.