Vanessa and the P-Funk All-Stars

So I am on the verge of a funk. I DO NOT want a funk right now. But it's just hanging out there waiting to bitch slap me. How do I know this? There are signs:

a) The Office did not make me laugh nearly hard enough tonight. As a matter of fact it depressed the hell out of me. The whole episode made me want to cry. Except for Dwight's large security badge. That was funny.

b) I have been so wound up all day and can't come down. It could be the two cups of coffee and the Diet Dr. Pepper and a half I had today but I have that damn near every day and I'm okay. I went for a drink after work. I thought maybe a shot of nice tequila and a beer might help. It did. For like an hour. I'm wound up again now.

c) I have that yucky edgy anxious feeling again. You know, the whole waiting for a shoe to drop feeling. This is so incredibly unlike me. You'd think after my dad had a heart attack this week that feeling would be gone. Nope. Still there.

d) I am so god damn bored I can hardly stand myself. Really, I'm too bored to do anything at all. I don't want to watch TV. I don't want to read. The only thing that sounds even remotely interesting is gathering a bunch of people together and playing Trivial Pursuit, the last 25 years edition. How odd is that?

e) I just want my bed. I want to crawl into my bed and stay there for a real long time.

f) Deserted islands are sounding really appealing. I'd like a deserted island and my iPod. Of course, I would watch episodes of LOST on my iPod and that's more irony than any human needs.

Bottom line, I don't like feeling like this and I want it to go away. I'd like to be able to maybe talk to my husband about this but he'd have to be home in order for that to happen. And, we'd have to agree to talk about something other than how much we hate Home Depot. And really, I'm almost too bored with it to even talk about it. And I miss my husband. I miss fun. My husband goes to work, my kid goes to sleep and all fun ceases in my house.

I am far too whiney right now and I know this. You, yourself, are probably terribly bored and depressed now. But, damn it, I get to be whiney and needy every now and again, don't I? I don't always have to be Fun Vanessa. I delegate being fun to someone else for a few days.