I seem to be suffering from some sort of funk, and I can't pinpoint a reason why. But it came to fruition tonight when I decided, after waking up from a 3 hour nap, to get in my car and just drive. I didn't have any particular destination, but I felt that maybe a little ride in ol' Dakoter (my aging red beauty of a truck) would cheer me up, or at least let me have some quiet time accompanied by my friends Sean Hannity and Dan Patrick. (I am an AM radio nerd) It took about an hour and a half, and covered roughly 40 miles, most of which was spent scouting out fast food restaurants, (in which I eventually decided on White Castle, bad move) and I arrived back at my apartment not feeling any better or worse than when I left. Although physically, I felt like I had just ingested large amounts of manure, which White Castle can sometimes be mistaken for. I also realize that probably 75% of my blogs refer in some way to White Castle, which leads me to believe they should hire me as official spokesperson. If you have read any of my previous posts, you probably agree that I don't take much of anything in life serious, including, but not limited to, work, hygiene, finances, work, my health, work, and anything else that would qualify me as an adult. But I have had a hard time lately thinking of anything humorous to write about. I guess it could all be attributed to this "funk" that I seem to be in, but where it is coming from I am not sure. Nothing substantial has changed in my life, but maybe that is part of it. I seem to be spinning my wheels. It's almost like I'm driving a truck, the truck of life, and the truck is 2-wheel drive, with 4 bald tires. So maybe if I buy new tires, a.k.a. life, for my Dakota, I will feel better. Who needs Dr. Phil.