Funk

I think I am in a funk. I really didn't want to get out of bed today. Not because I was tired or anything...I mean, I went to bed at like 10pm last night. I was supposed to go to County Line, but for the life of me I couldn't peel myself off the couch. All I could think was, "there is no way in hell that I am going to get up, get showered, do my hair, and get all dolled up just to go out dancing for a few hours." What is up with that attitude?! I used to think, "there is no way in hell you can stop me from getting up, getting showered, doing my hair, and getting all dolled up to go out dancing for a few hours!" I don't know what my problem is? I guess you can't be happy all the time, huh?