Nothing of importance happened today.
The Declaration of Independence of the United States was signed that day.
Isn't your life extremely flat,With nothing to grumble at?
How plotless real life was!
All great books contain boring portions, and all great lives have contained uninteresting stretches.
Oh, don't the days seem lank and long When all goes right and nothing goes wrong, And isn't your life extremely flat With nothing whatever to grumble at!
I can't anticipate what's going to happen to me next, but I'd like to think that I'm going to lead a life that's not really memoir-worthy, and that would be fine!
A lot of the time nothing happens in a day.
The more passive one's life in the field, the greater the need to reverse the situation when one returns home, which is why the arcane and authoritative character of academic writing may be seen, to some extent, as a vengeful reaction to the inertia, uneventfulness, and waiting one had to endure as a guest at someone else's banquet. A way of redressing an existental imbalance, as it were reclaiming authorial will by superimposing one's own meaning on theirs...
The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.
The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.
If anybody wanted to photograph my life, they'd get bored in a day.
Funny, nothing ever happens nowadays.