Bummed

Internets, I'm blue. In a funk. Bummed.

I don't want to do anything or go anywhere. I have e-mails to respond to and a whole other health and fitness blog to finish building (It's private, but if you'd like to be a contributor let me know. Someday I'll get around to finishing it). But I just Don't. Want. To. Do. Anything.

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that. (Name that movie for 100,000 points).

J.C. Penney had Hammer pants for sale and I didn't even laugh.



My hate mail isn't even cheering me up.

People, I bought a bright green, velour track suit today. That ought to clue you in that something has gone horribly awry.

I assume it's because Will is gone and I miss knowing that he's on his laptop ignoring me while I'm on my laptop ignoring him.

I don't remember feeling like this when he's been gone before, and really, this is a relatively short separation compared to several we've had in the past. And I know that in the grand scheme of things I'm just being a whiner.

Make me laugh, internets. If anyone can, you can.