Ordinary Funk

Is this part of the trailing off of the Meltdown? No. No, this is just part of an ordinary funk.

There was trudging to the apartment building front door to grab my box of Factor75. This will be my last box. I have cancelled the service. After months of eating this plan, I have conclusively discovered that I don’t like the taste. Do I have a plan? Fuck no! No plan.

I grabbed the least obnoxious sounding meal title and prepped it for the microwave. Several minutes later, I realized I forgot to hit a two-minute go. Devastating, truly. Is this the Meltdown’s long tail? No, just part of an ordinary funk.

So I popped the book out of my Audible library and started fast-forwarding to where the cat scenes were.