funkadunk

A bad thing happened when I went away to London.

I didn't write in my blog.

I had gotten out of the habit of writing in it.

Now I am not excited about it anymore. It's like a chore.

I have gotten into this "my life is not exactly interesting" rut.

Which, lets face it, may be true.

But I usually find something comical to talk about on this thing.
I have to keep reminding myself that I am the only person that has these experiences, and views the world through my eyes.

Pretty deep, huh?

But man! I am really in a weird writing funk. I think I'm just fried.

I've kinda done a ton in the last 2-3 weeks. It's all a blur.

Then this is the last month at my current job.

So I either need to find a new job, or move home to Michigan.

And that is stressing me out a bit.

SHEESH.

Sorry for the lame blog post.

Here's a picture from when Abby visited.

Probably the only interesting part of this post.

We were walking down Main St.