Cheer up, Sleepy Jean

[fellmama]

I went to Boise for Rach's graduation. The graduation itself was incalculably tedious (as these things always are), but the rest of the weekend was amazingly fun.
Otherwise I have done nothing of consequence.
I used to be so . . . happy. I go back and read old journal entries, and . . . I dunno. Even the ones where I'm pretty sure I was faking it are far more cheerful than I have felt for a really long time. Is this adulthood? Am I chemically unbalanced? Or will I just never be happy again? Inquiring minds want to know.

Edit, June 7, 11:46 AM: Sadly, this sense of malaise hasn't appeared since graduation. It has persisted for something like a year and a half.

Comments

[koni.livejournal.com]

I dunno about a couple of weeks. I'd say more like ... when you're back in school.

[perdita-dream.livejournal.com]

I felt like that when I was moving out of the house. I don't feel that way now that I still have those two papers to finish. I suspect once they are done, it will be all downhill from there.

[perdita-dream.livejournal.com]

Err...sorry koni. I fail to operate simple things like LJ at 5:30 am, apparently.