Sometimes I get into these really weird funks.
It's like that feeling you get when you know you're forgetting something, but you just can't figure out what it is. Sometimes I will spend a week walking around with this sort of feeling. I mean I guess it's not that feeling exactly, but the same concept of just not knowing what it is that is wrong.
Am I making any sense at all?
Probably not.
Another part of this funk is that I seem to be in denial of anything of importance. For instance, if I have a paper to write, or library books to return, I somehow ignore that fact and it doesn't bother me. But it does bother me. But it doesn't because I pretend it doesn't exist.
I think maybe I need to make a visit home. And a visit to see Currie. That would be nice.
