I’ve been fighting a funk feeling for most of the day. That feeling that I’m headed into a funk, a period of depression, not crippling, just nagging. Right at the moment I feel like I should be crying over something, but I don’t know what, and I don’t know why.
I suspect the increasing emptiness of the condo as we progressively move more and more stuff out into storage is a factor. There are a few other things going on that could also be contributing to my melancholy. Issues of unrequited… desire I’m sure don’t help.
I haven’t visited my parents for a while and I miss them very much. I had planned to visit them next weekend, but something came up and I might not get a chance to see them… maybe. I’m thinking right now that maybe I do need to visit the home-turf just to shed some mental cruft/kipple. A mini-vacation, get some coffee with long absent friends, reconnect with another perhaps.
Stop now before it’s too late
I’m eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate
Nothing lasts forever that’s the way it’s gotta be
There’s a great black wave in the middle of the sea-Black Wave – Arcade Fire