Funk

My hormones have been more troublesome that usual for the past day or so, driving me into a funk/tailspin. I couldn't muster enough oomph to think of what to cook for dinner, so Rob took pity on me and took the family out to eat at Old Country Buffet. Delia, my empath, kept breaking away from her dinner to come to my side of the table to give me hugs, which were appreciated.

There are about two dozen e-mails in my inbox on HPEF stuff, which I am going to ignore for now, as they make me want to run screaming off into the night. I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT. Writing? Pfffftttt. I feel utterly useless and generally doubleplusungood and will probably make an early night of it. And on top of it all, guilty for what I'm not getting done. Feh.