larry david, you're my only friend

I thought coming home was supposed to cure my loneliness. I feel five times lonelier than I did in England. Maybe its the air. The week.

I know, this blog was suppose to be a move away from, "I'm so sad that I'm home". But hey, you can't really keep away the truth, can ya?

I got employee of the week at work though. Sick.

I've been watching a lot of Curb, so that's nice.

But all I do is work, come home, hang out alone, go to bed.

And the thing is... I have no desire to go out and see people, to call people, to meet up. It's not that I actually don't want to see people... I think about calling people; Poppy and Sam mainly... but I feel like I have no energy. Nothing to offer. Most of the time I'm just so mute and blank. I mope around without meaning to.

I'm in a funk, I guess.

Funk this!