I am in a funk. A big funk. I'm like the Mayor of Funkytown lately, and it's not attractive.
So naturally I feel the need to share that with you, my friends. Because what good is a blog if you don't navel-gaze every three or four days?
Of course, I have absolutely NOTHING about which to be funky, but I suspect that is one of the defining features of a funk. You can't put your finger on it, but everything is just a little off.
Know what I mean?
I have a near non-existent drive to blog anything, and for a few days I seriously considered pulling the plug on the whole thing. I really had a strong wish to shut this puppy down, but Rob wisely counseled me to ride it out.
I am supposed to be making up our weekly menu and grocery list, but considering I am still fat no matter what I eat and how much I visit the treadmill, the task has lost some of its luster.
I came online to check out recipes, but instead I am blogging in front of the television, being annoyed by Viagra commercials and the fact that there are now six thousand ESPN channels.
And also the fact that I can see a not-so-fine layer of dust under my television cabinet, which is nobody's problem but my own.
Help me, my friends. How do you de-funk? Prayer, exercise, chocolate, sitting in a closet, all of the above? I'm open to all suggestions.