“Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining’s
Got a touch of grey…”
-Grateful Dead

It’s been a weird few days – guess I’m having a hard time getting back into the swing of things after last weekend. I’m not entirely back to my routine, I don’t really know what day of the week it is, my shoulders are sunburned and peeling, I haven’t lifted weights all week, and my head – my head is just clouded with stuff, and I can’t seem to string two thoughts together to make sense of my mind.

It’s funny, I guess… In the strange, not ha-ha, way that I’m really not upset or sad. Just feel like my head is getting slowed down with too much stuff to think of that maybe shouldn’t be there. I could blame the sun and all the  hours I spent in it, but I know that’s a lie and I’m not really into lying to y’all. In the past, this mood of mine might have crippled me, sent me to hide in the laundry room where I’d sit on the floor all closed around myself and cry, but I’m not doing that. I’m not doing much of anything, though.

Think it’s about time for me to take my mood and get poetic with it. Seems like a waste of a mope if I don’t try to wring some of the creative juice from it.