厭煩

There he goes, blah blah blah, talking nonsense as usual. 他又來這一套了，夸夸其談，像往常一樣談來談去都是廢話。

Still got the winter blahs, I see. 我明白了，你還在犯冬日困。

You've got the winter blahs again, I told myself. 難道你又犯冬季無聊癥了，我心里想。

You’ve got the winter blahs again, I told myself. 又是一個春天的下午，天陰沉沉的。

Michael: ...tatoo is a map &blah blah blah... 紋身確實是地圖。。。幫我回憶云云。。。嘰里咕嚕一大堆。。。