I am in a funk right now. Whenever that happens, my friend calls me Miss Funky Funk, hence the title.
Work is slow. We are in between experiments so I am feeling unproductive, unmotivated and definitely unenergetic (is that a word?). Pretty much all I can do is read research papers, and after reading a half dozen in a day I feel my eyelids get heavy, and my brain feels saturated. This takes only a couple of hours.
I haven't felt much like writing either. I have things to say, I just don't feel like committing them to cyber space. To keep you updated, here's what I've contemplated writing at some time or another over the past week:
*Soft Claws, the best invention ever.
*The sudden appearance of teenager ducks in the pond, supporting my hypothesis that the last batch of babies wasn't eaten but confiscated by an animal interest group. Wishful thinking?
*Current book: The Red Tent (not for book group, for my own enjoyment).
*Talladega Nights, The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. Pretty funny despite my initial skepticism.
Anyway, none of these topics has gotten me to write so maybe they're not that interesting to begin with.