I’m in a hard to shake funky mood, and I don’t like it. I don’t want to study for my finals, and I don’t want to pack, or do laundry, or deal with the fact that I’m moving in four days. I’m also stuck in that wanting-to-be-left-alone-but-not-really place, which isn’t any fun at all. I know this is all adding up to my being a real joy to hang out with, but it’s hard for me to pull myself out of it when I don’t know where this is all coming from. And my allergies are still making me crazy, so whatever energy I might otherwise devote to pulling myself together has been redirected to blowing my nose.