Stupid funk. Stupid I-just-don't-want-to-do-anything-but-be-lazy funk. I'm not terribly down, mood-wise -- just in a rut. Maybe it's having to wear grown-up pants to a super-boring grown-up job every day. I'd forgotten how much I really don't like doing that.
I know what I need to do in order to get out of this funk. Exercise, balance my checkbook, make a killer to-do list, eat some sushi, write for two hours, and get eight hours of sleep. Then come in tomorrow, train a replacement for The Slowest Temp Job Ever, and take Thursday and Friday to catch up with writing and other projects.