Every so often, who knows why, I wake up and feel no reason to get out of bed. I am the hermit, a recluse, and all I want to do is eat, drink wine and play muusic and it is anything but a happy time. Other then to walk my dog I would be perfectly happy sleeping the day away. It isn't always, it's just every so often I get hit with this, where I would rather live in my dreams then I would in reality. And like every other time when I am out of the "funk" I am more motivated then ever to start my next trip. It's almost like I need that "funk" to get me to my next big endevour. These past two weeks have been the "funk" and now I don't have the green or the time for my much needed revamp to normalcy. It sucks. Just wondering if anyone else out there goes through the same.