Talk, Talking A Lot, But It's Still Talk

I've been in a really weird mood all day and I can't seem to shake it.  I've been trying all my usual tricks - reading a funny book, listening to upbeat music, and so on, but it's not working, maybe because I'm not exactly depressed.  I don't know what you'd call it, actually - I'm not sad, but I'm definitely not happy and I don't want to talk to anyone, and everything seems to be moving really slowly.  And when I tried reading and listening to music, something in my mind kept twisting the words so that they sounded, if not sinister, at least wrong in a way that's really hard to define.

Maybe it's because my sleep schedule's off or something, I don't know.  But I've been skulking around my dorm room all day, which is getting boring, but it's overcast and dreary, not to mention cold, outside, so I don't think going out will help much.

It's too bad, really, because I was planning to finish the next chapter of Accepting Irony today, but apparently I can't write when I'm in this mood - the tone's all wrong.  I'm going to keep trying, though - that chapter's way overdue.

Meh.  Kind of a pointless post (not a surprise), but I felt like venting a bit.  I guess the frenzy of posts in September got blogging out of my system for a while, since it's actually - *gasp* - been more than a few days since I've written.  It's a shock, I know.