Ever have one of those stretches where you feel just sort of generally crappy for a couple of weeks and you’re not sure why? Like you’re threatening to come down with some sort of bug or something, but it never really happens? I’m having one of those; I’m sort of tired and cranky and lethargic, and not feeling at all creative…
Maybe it will improve when Mark arrives tomorrow night; he has that effect on me. I just hope he doesn’t run away from me screaming in terror before this effect kicks in…
I think what’s called for now, though, is ice cream. And maybe something in a Walt Disney movie. For some reason, I’m craving Bedknobs and Broomsticks tonight…