I feel a funk coming on. I am trying my best to shake it.
There’s nothing wrong per se, but it sure doesn’t seem like there’s necessarily anything right either.
I am tired of hearing about the stock market. It’s not that I don’t care. But I don’t care. Please dear news broadcasters of America – tell me SOMETHING else. I’m almost ready to hear the local body counts on the news again.
My job is so dull and uninspiring. I am, however, sane enough to know that I should be extremely grateful to even be employed in these lovely economic times. I am trying to be a good steward of the job I have to get to the job I want. Pass me not o gentle Savior.
School. Yeah, school. I am behind. I’ve been reading, but not enough. Ditto for the writing. I feel like by the time I get myself together, the semester will be over and I’ll be trying to figure out where the last 3.5 months went.
Smoochy is good. Lovegirl is good. For this I am eternally grateful.
What do you do when you need to shake a case of the blahs?