Bah Humbug.

I hate it when I'm in a mood, and I don't really know what that mood is, where it came from, or why it's affecting me so much.

It's the mood where I reflect on a lot of things, start to back track and look at my past, think about people I haven't in a while, and wish that some people made more of an effort.

But at the same time, most everything disgusts me. I don't want to talk to people, I can't stand what some people are doing, and I listen to Norah Jones sing about depressing things.

And that barely begins to capture the mood. I'm reading a book called Surrender the Pink, by Carrie Fisher. The main character proclaims that her "two moods" have names.

One is Pam, and the other is Roy. Roy is the wild mood, the mood that's the spend thrift at the mall, the deep sea explorer, the meet a random person on the street kinda mood. Pam is the regret spending that much after seeing the bill, afraid of sharks in the ocean, thinks the random person on the street is a killer kinda mood. I'm in a Pam. Not regretting or afraid of anything--it's just the more subtle, just want to curl up under a blanket kinda night.