There’s a sort of funk going around today. I thought that it was just me at first by the fact that I laid in bed and ruminated (which, by the way, is a disgusting term) for much of the a.m. But, alas! The other people in which I had the pleasure of interacting with, either actively or passively, seemed to have the same funk. I’m going to attribute it to the season change and time change business. But I like November…so maybe it’s different for me? That’s it–no more self-help books until I learn to not make such a big deal about them. This guy in my Chemistry class said that one should use extreme caution when reading those types of books so as to not to self-diagnose. He warned that, if one reads too many of these books, they start to think that they are really messed up when they may not really be.