Funked Again

Here I am again, covering the reception desk. This is the first time I've had "alone time" to be able to type. Although, I am more exposed here than I am in my own cubicle. But you know what? Who really cares. I just learned that I am stealing from my employer by surfing the web during company time. But you know what? Who really cares. Oh - did I say that already? The voices in my head are confusing me.

I am in another weird funk. Or is it the same funk? I can't tell. I was in such a bad mood yesterday after work that I turned OFF the radio. That's a clear signal that something is really wrong. My parents just got back from their trip to England and Ireland. Oh, it was lovely to hear all about it. Granted their trip wasn't without flaw. In fact it was a comedy of errors. (The image of my father putting the chair on top of the closet to make room in their tiny london hotel room is priceless.) But just hearing about Kylemore Abbey, and Clifden, and Blackhill, and Newcastle.... it just makes me want to go there!!