magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I'm not sure why, but today was just a terribly nothing day. I would say frustratingly so, if I was feeling anything, and frustration being something felt. It was one of those days. The sort of days that when they go on for a week or two you call them clinical depression. And like I said, I don't know why.

Of course, I've got a million guesses. That's one of those things I do. Ask why. Maybe it's yesterday's physical illness, bleeding over into today's emotional state. Maybe it's just the continued cold, and the sense of being underwater. Maybe it's a reaction to the stress inherent in beginnings. Or endings. I've certainly got plenty of those going on. Or of possibilities. Maybe it's just because I'm dehydrated. Or not eating well. Maybe it's the cold and the shortening days.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

As always, more likely all of the above.

And a million other things I haven't thought about.