Blah

I don't know, blog. I'm just not feeling it these days.

The annual work bowl-a-rama is today, and not even that has roused me above blah. Usually, I look forward to it like a kid to Christmas, although last year's did leave me curiously hollow. Sometimes the Big Fun can't live up to the picture in your mind. Maybe that's why this year I'm taking the opposite approach. Expect nothing, and hope to be surprised.

I had a couple of strange dreams last night, and though the details of plot and character escape me, the thing that stuck was the feeling of unbearable sadness I had during both. It's surprising whenever something seems especially realistic or tangible in a dream, and that's what I gained (or lost?) last night.