That’s sort of how this week has been. Forgettable. Despite the impeccable weather and the fact that work seems to finally have slowed to a point where I can catch my breath and that I haven’t had a million things to do in my spare time, I have felt just rotten this week. There’s an angsty pit in my soul that I just can’t seem to shake, no matter how much beer or whiskey I drink.
But then, maybe that’s my problem.