I just stumbled over a foul mood, or perhaps it stumbled upon me. In any case, I am no longer looking forward to spending the evening soaking in my books. Perhaps I am still a bit "hungover" (to borrow a phrase) from Brideshead. I still have the knotted hole in my chest where my heart lives when I am not paying it any attention...
Someone once told me that if you were unhappy, more than likely it was because of something you were doing, or not doing as the case may be. I don't know what I am doing wrong right now, but at this moment, I am looking at life and am not very happy with things. Nothing very particular, I don't think. Ah well, I will deal with this in my usual fashion. I will first ignore it, filling up my thoughts with all of the mundane things that need to be done. Then I will get frustrated with it, denying that I am actually unhappy, because what have I to be unhappy about? If this fails, then perhaps I will betake myself to the chapel...