I hate feeling all off and sort of miserable, but that's exactly how it is. Ugh. I can cite any number of factors that are contributing to this, but I'm not going to. I would say that I don't feel like myself, but lately I'm not entirely sure who that even is, and I reckon that's one factor contributing to the overall feeling in the first place. And to go with all of this, there's this looming, ominous feeling that it has not yet gotten as bad as it's going to get, which is decidedly awesome (insert sarcasm font here). Anyone want to pay me a large advance sum of money to go travel around the world and "find myself" and then write a crappy book about it? Because I could totally do that, and I'm pretty sure that it would help. ;)
(Yes, Eat, Pray, Love, I'm talking to you. God, that book was painfully awful, wasn't it?)
In related news, I don't believe in Seasonal Affective Disorder, and am pretty sure that the pharmaseutical companies invented it so that they could sell happy pills to people with good ol' cabin fever, but I can't help but giggle at the appropriate acronym that they created for it. I love that the acronym allows people to say, with a straight face, "I have SAD."
(I generally disapprove of corny animal pictures, but I couldn't resist,
and since it's my blog, I made an exception.)
So, I guess since no one is sending me around the world to find myself, and I am absolutely positive that I don't haz sad, because it doesn't exist, I'll just go on with my funky self and hope it doesn't get worse. In other related news, it would also cheer me up to take my funky self to Boston this Friday to see George Clinton and P Funk at the House of Blues. I think funky me and GC would get along just fine. Yes?