Nothing to say

I miss when I was little and my parents would ask what I was up to and I would say "nothing", which really I meant that I was up to something fun but didn't want them to know. Now any time I'm asked that or what I did over the week/weekend the answer is still nothing, but now I mean it. I do nothing. Even if I do something, it's not exciting. There was so much potential for interesting when I was three, but now there is just mundane existence. The only way to sum it up is my life is boring. I read a friends blog who explained his existence as zombie-like. I could definitely relate - and I agree with him that calling zombies "so-called" walking dead is offensive to them. After all, vampires are referred to as the undead, no the so-called undead. Zombies really ought to receive the same courtesy. Back to the point. As he identified, in addition to the zombie problem, was a life lacking passion. Passion, energy, enthusiasm, and in desperate need of something interesting in it.
There just needs to be more. I don't really know what that "more" should be, how to get it, or what is really wrong with where I'm at. It just feels like something essential is missing. Like a core peice of the secret of life's happiness hasn't found it's way into my being.
That just leaves me wondering how to infuse passion, energy, enthusiasm, and something interesting into my life so when I say nothing, I'm really lying and my inner child is grinning.