I’ve been off of my game this week. I can’t really say for sure what is causing it but I’m playing the victim and placing blame on something or someone. The mystic inside me blames the last quarter moon dwindling to waning crescent. The rationalist, blames late night television and wacky things on the internet which prevents me from sleeping. The hypochondriac is still searching for the disease it could be, encephalitis is the front runner.
It’s just not me, I see this overall — insert German word for global malaise, distate, and discomfort here — unbequhlsscheuen perhaps? Driving into work today on the expressway, one poor soul suffering from unbequhlsscheuen was having a bad day. Approaching the accident, there was a broken down mini-van in the far right lane, two cars on the shoulder and what I could gather is meister unbequhlsscheuen’s car – flipped over and perpendicular to the direction of the road.
For now, I’m counting my blessings and offsetting my juu-juu with coffee and cigarettes.