I have been in a sort of a funk for the last few days. Not that things are going bad, but it is sort of like thinks are not going good or bad. Just "zombie-ing through" the weekend and the week.
Funny thing is that when I get the blahs (it was sort of like being on Zoloft), things that normally excite me just don't.
And since I have been blogging (for the last couple of weeks), I occasionally get "fan mail." Most of it is flattering, but some are just looking to hook up. All of you Georgia men. Not that you are different than other men, just closer to me, that's all. So in my non-chemical induced blahs, these "invitations" seem more like irritants than compliments. Being a little bitchy (and I am normally a sweetheart), I sometimes bite heads off.
I have wanted to write but do not feel called to write. Plus I am getting that jealous feeling – I have read lots of really interesting blogs in the last couple of days. Good writing, interesting thoughts. Jealously is a bitch.
Indifference is the Opposite of Love
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