I feel like I could lay in bed, or here on the futon/sofa for a month, just hiding under the blankets. Maybe with a book. Maybe with a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Maybe just with my thoughts. I'm not sure if it is depression, the change of the seasons, the frustration of the job search, a glitch in my system (my 'girly cycle' is way out of whack again), or all of the above. This is not making it any easier to accomplish anything.