To Cure a Funk, Please Visit with the Doctor

Dear Blog,

I'm not entirely sure whats up with my brain together. I've been awake far earlier than usually, yet I haven't really done anything and it's now two in the afternoon. Spanish 102, History and Systems of Psychology, and my 1:1 with Aleigha. Other than that, not much else, really.

Well, not entirely true. I helped review a poem written by a resident, provided a screwdriver to another, and bought a cool MSU folder for IDS 275 (RA class). I still have IDS 275 to go to, 32 Minutes meeting tonight, and homework to do, but I still feel like today has been a dream. And not in the fanciful way, but in the hard-to-grasp-reality way. I witness things, yet I don't comprehend them in a way.

I've kind of lost myself in my own thoughts now.
My remedy for this is to act like the Doctor. 11th Doctor if I can, maybe 10th. Let's hope I can pull this off (and that it pulls me out of this odd funk).

I need a sonic screwdriver.

Until next time,
-Daniel Golden