“The funk” is what I call that rut your life gets into sometimes when the roller coaster of each day is going way too fast and you can’t manage to get anything done, well at least anything you want to get done.

I left last Thursday for a four day weekend at home in Tennessee with the family.  It was a nice visit, busy, but now just a blur.  I returned on Monday to work to 85 emails in my inbox and a ton of work which I’m still not done with, plus I’m having to train a new girl so she sits with me part of the day.  J was on vacation this week and his birthday is Thursday, but yesterday he decided to go out of town to see his family.  I’m cool with that because by the time I get home from work each day I barely have enough conscious brain cells left to do a load of laundry.

I attempted laundry and TV last night, drank way too much coffee, was in bed by 11 but couldn’t sleep because I was wired.  So, here I am now at 6:30 in the morning realizing it’s only Wednesday and I hate being in this funk.  The new girl sits with me most of today so I won’t get caught up on the work I need to be doing.  At least So You Think You Can Dance is on tonight.  That’s a highlight of the end of the day already.

Maybe a chicken sandwich from Wendy’s for lunch will make for some good medicine…

*yawn*

*sigh*

I hate this funk!

A trip to funkytown ain’t no fun at all!