i need some type of energy capsule, or perhaps a determination pill, a stamina tab, a get-off-yer-butt injection.

*sigh*

i am working from home and still i am drained...except it is a bit backward because i am already home when i work, so i have no place to escape to. odd. actually it probably has nothing to do with work, or being home - it is probably just me.

forget the funky, i am just in a funk.

sither bart-ed over to berkeley last night and we gnoshed some indian food, went grocery shopping, supported each other as sisters. she had a fever and the flu, i had melancholia - two sick sick grrlies. it was a good time, and i drove back from her twisted twin-peaky home without one wrong turn (and...nobody hit utte - bonus!)

i have one offer on the table and am awaiting a second. i feel strangely calm, but i think it is the numb, seeping.

i want to write letters with my special pen, to reach out, to phone, to breathe...

i want to

i want to

i just want to be happy damnit.

...this too will pass, either the numb or the wanting to be happy, one will win.