Monday, June 23, 2008


I'm in a... Funk, I suppose. Not really sure what other word applies here.

I had a good weekend off. Lots of beer, lots of friends.

I held together rather well. No random drunken tears (which seem to be abundant lately) and no actual fights. I had my old tattoo on my forehead that called to all the dirty old men. (Especially this one dude who kept trying to talk to me about Vietnam. At one point, a friend of mine made me go to the bar while he went to the bathroom and had strategically placed himself in between us so he didn't bother me anymore.) All in all, it was a good weekend.

And all my stupid What If thoughts are bouncing around in my head. I play all sorts of scenarios of what might've happened if I had done this or that or the other thing. And I know it's pointless, but I can't stop.

So I've worked myself into this... Funk. Bleh. What's new, eh?

At least I giggle and imagine disco whenever I type out Funk. :-P

1 comment:

Cricket said...

Jeez, you don't have any hair to cut off. What else is there?

I do love funk, too, but not teh funk.