Kind of an irritated day for me. AlliDay was a bust, as they were too busy in there for me to get more than an edgewise word or two in with BikerGirl. But my woes started way before lunchtime.

I can't shake this feeling that I'm swimming against a current, and that all progress is an illusion. I need some encouragement, some sign that I'm not wasting my time with all this. And I'm not expecting to get any.

I should really be more excited about the holidays than I am. I mean, tomorrow is my last day of work until next Wednesday, then I work three days, then I get nine days off. I should be fired-up about all that time off work, but I'm not. Spending a day working isn't all that much different, fulfillment-wise, than spending a day by myself. So the next couple of weeks won't be that special, I don't think.

The holidays themselves? They're shaping up to be irrelevant, just like everything else, everything except this current that's trying to sweep me backwards.

Maybe my mood will change tomorrow at about 5:00, when I get off work. I hope so.

You know, for such a happy guy, I sure am in a funk.