It's Too Bad That...

On a happier note - Here's my other thing that had to start with "It's too bad that...". (Wait, that sounded really ironic. But whatever...)

It's too bad that I am currently proving to be unsuccessful in my attempt to write anything of any particular interest, or anything of any importance. It's also really too bad that I couldn't think of an alternate way to write that last sentece, therefore resulting in a rather extensive use of the word "any".
I'm also finding it to be too bad that, in my current state, I am unable to write a single word that is readable (note that I didn't originally type this, I actually wrote it, which is actually a very rare occasion for me. I'm so proud) and that I can't think of that other word that means "readable" and that I am sure sounds much more favorable than "readable".
Anyway, I am aware of the fact that this paragraph is really.....uh.....uhmmm......

It's really too bad that I have loud music blaring in my room, for I am finding this to be a great perpetrator of my distraction. It's also unfortunate that I, being the fat, lazy lard that I am, am proving unable to arise from my perch and hit the power button.

Anyway, continuing along with my harried, flustered, and rather humorous (as it's turning out to be) ramble...If, when I read this aloud to you, there are frequent pauses and rather confused looks resting upon my countanance, I will take these 3 seconds to say that I "apologize profusely".

I am sure that that apology was severely lacking in its profuseness, but oh well. I guess it's just too bad.