I seem to be in one of my mid-period funks. Got nothing to say/got nothing to do/all of my neurons are functioning smoothly/still I'm a cyborg just like you. Did you know I got married while wearing a Bad Religion t-shirt? Put that in your I did not know that book. The fact that this fact makes me think that maybe I am unique and therefore worthy is emblematic of the funk that I am in, you see.
It is snowing. There's that. Two months ago I would have peed my pants at this news. Today? Nothing. A funk. Dogs and daughters, these things help. They get excited about the snow. Me? Nothing.
Every now and again it occurs to me to quit everything I enjoy. I try to be all Buddhist about it and run my whole line of joy leads to desire, desire leads to wanting, wanting to disappointment, disappointment to pain. Therefore, the cessation of joy equals no pain. Anyone who has heard me wax on and wax off about this knows the drill. This is what passes for enlightenment in my head. Calgon, take me away. Really, of course, I'm Catholic, so therefore I can't shake the notion that anything I enjoy is a sin.
Thank God, there's this.
Funks come, funks go. I'm just no good to anyone right now.
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It seems to be one big cluster funk right now. You name the person and I'll name something to be all funked up about. I guess I should just join the other people around me and blame BHO, hell it seems to make their life run like a 25 cent drug store pony ride.
I guess all I can do is raise a glass to all my homies in a funk and say SO BE IT!
sigh...
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