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I haven't been feeling that great lately. It's nothing physical just a general sense of ennui. Blahness prevails. A friend asked me how I was feeling and I said, "The world is a gray moth, dying on a windowshield." Then said friend made an attempt at a lame joke and we started talking about something else.
I don't know what's gotten into me.
Maybe it's just the end of the year or the gray skies or the Christmas season or any one of a thousand things.
I don't know.
I just feel like I'm not really here.