Couldn't be arsed?

Have you ever found yourself sitting in front of your computer - an empty dialog box on your screen just waiting to be filled with all the ideas that are charging their merry paths through your mind - and suddenly realised that you just couldn't be arsed to make the necessary effort to write?

That's the situation I'm in right now. I'm sitting here, caring very little about writing, today. My brain says nobody reads what I write, so I may as well just think my thoughts and save the carpal tunnel syndrome for the gamers to enjoy. Then the other bit of me steps in and declares from it's soap box that without me there would be an impassable void in the very cosmos, for my ideas are essential to change.

I think one of my sides may be lying. 

Now to figure out which one... but what if they're both pulling the politician card? Who do I vote for? When's the election? When will I find out how badly I chose when I X'ed my ballot? Who are these mysterious voices that seem to be constantly at odds? It's probably not a battle of good versus evil. It's definitely not got to do with deities. So what's cutting, here? Well, never mind. I've just realised I'm not bothered about that question either.

I believe I have reached a point where I'm too lazy to even continue this sen