In A Funk
So right after I announce I’m going to do a 13-part series of blog entries, I disappear from sight. What’s the deal?
I’m not really sure. Generally when I’ve disappeared from my blog it’s because I can’t muster up the gumption. That’s … pretty much the deal here, too. I can’t point to anything specific, but I’ve just not felt like I could write anything.
I still don’t, really.
I’d like to blame SAD, that seasonal thing that affects people because of lack of sunlight, but I never get much sun, so I don’t think it applies. I’ve just been more antisocial than usual and really tired and all the other stuff that goes with it. Nothing holds my interest and it’s hard work to interact with people.
“Classic signs of depression,” you say. Maybe. I don’t care.
Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be back some time. Usually a “everything is bleah” post loosens the cork, but I don’t know.
Be well, friends.
*bakes cookies and mails them over*
I loved your "13 years" idea, and treated it as a meme, to pass around. I hope you don't mind. I started it here, and my friend started it here
You need to be well, also, sir. We can't have any of this melancholly mood going around. 'Tis no fun.
Get better, friend.
I know how you feel, these days I just can't seem to cheer up. Hopefully we'll both snap out of it soon.
Peter – that's certainly no problem. Flattering, really!
Everyone else – thanks. I'm looking forward to the cookies.
Buck up, old bean!