I want to finish up some posts about some recent books, but I'm having trouble getting in the right happy mood. Perhaps if I disliked the books this would be the right mood, but for now, it isn't. And I feel like I should do all the housework that accumulated the last two days, but I can't get the energy or motivation to do it. I feel so blah. Not quite depressed, but almost there. I think some of it is that I haven't been sleeping well lately and my allergies are worse this time of the year and a job hasn't miraculously appeared that I want. ANd sleep...I want to sleep through the night like I usually do. I hate the nights when my mind won't settle down and I feel so much anxiety, yet can't pinpoint what's worrying me. Blech. And there was a bug on my sham pillow when I woke up. Ick. Only noticed it as I was flipping my pillow over to get a few more Zs.
Maybe I'll just go read something different and curl up on the couch. As in, not something romance-y. Now if only Gambit would morph into lap kitty, life would be good. Currently, Gambit is window-ledge kitty. And knocked an almost full can of pop off my next sometime last night. Luckily it cleaned up quickly and didn't stain the carpet. Hmph. My fault for not bringing the can into the kitchen before I went to bed.