Missing In Action ...

My personality.
Last seen approximately two weeks ago. If found, please return to grumpy, bitchy owner. No reward offered, but I will be eternally grateful (as will my husband), and more importantly, the world will be saved from having to deal with me in this very blah state.

Every so often, I seem to hit a patch of the Big Funk. Thinking about it, it seems to have happened a lot less frequently over the past few years, but it still has the uncanny knack of surprising me. I wake up one arb morning standing on the platform of Bluesville station and can't quite remember how I got here. This seems to have been the tone of this week.

Nothing extraordinary has happened. In fact, life is good and I am abundantly blessed in so many ways. Hell, I even found bras that fit me, a skirt for summer, and not one but two pairs of casual pants on a recent shopping spree. How cool is that? I just seem to be shrouded with this low grade buzz of enthusiam-lacking anger, and I have this whole princess thing going on where I can't understand why everyone else's life is continuing so damn normally when mine feels like it is falling apart at the seams . I also have family members that suffer from bipolar depression, so I am a bit hyper-sensitive to depressive moods.

I am attributing this irritating stop in FunkTown to any one of the following, or all of the below:

• It has been three weeks today that I kicked my 25/day nicotine habit, and damn I miss it. It's almost starting to get easier, but not quite yet.
• I am eating my way through the no nicotine, which makes me feel even worse. Blech. It's really not like I can afford to pack any more weight on. Love handles? I have the whole kitchen, honey. Oh well. Pass the peanut butter (and toast, and chippies, and roast chicken, and steak, and chocolate, and the rest of that packet of chippies).
• I have period pain
• I am tired. Really tired. Is this year over yet, because I need some leave. Stat.

Go figure. Life is good.