I told the BF I think I am “Depressed” and he said you have an overacting imagination and think you’ve been watching way to many of those “Cymbalta” commercials. Okay, so maybe I am not suffering from depression, but I am suffering from Funkitis.
So, you ask what is Funkitis; let me give you a little history.
Furnkitis – When you feel like you’re in that movie “Groundhog Day” and keep replaying the worse day ever. You awake each morning and dread the upcoming events and want nothing more than to bury yourself in a hole and hide until the weekend comes.
You can read more about it here
I am ready for a change; I need to break free from this place I’ve been stuck in for almost 3 years. Don’t get me wrong I feel blessed everyday to have something many people don’t have, but it’s time for something new. After years of being in school and finally being done, I finally know what I want to do when I grow up and I have to stop being scared and just JUMP!!! (I mean whats the worse that could happen...I could DROWN..I kid.. I kid.. only postive thinking)
Plus I am way to AWESOME (please let me know if you didn't get that memo, I will have Loco forward it your way!!) to be all sad and sulky!!!
What I can say is being home for a few days did let me clear my head, get A LOT of sleep in, find that weird smell coming from my kitchen pantry (stupid potato) and find some new things to entertain me.
Loving this show ... (and the music they played on it)