When it's not that interesting

Sometimes I feel a strong sense of dysphoria when it comes to just about everything.

And the sad fact is that at present I'm experiencing a strange and permeating ambivalence with regard to changing that state.

Maybe it's just the post-Summer blues, maybe it's just the number of little annoyances I've encountered lately, or maybe I'm just finally getting just restless enough to be miffed and tired enough to be inactive.

That said, I miss my once and future optimism.