This weekend has been quite a weird one. I cannot for the life of me figure out what I want in any arena of life. I am starving, but everything I try to eat is not the right thing thus leaving me just as hungry as when I began eating it. I have a zillion things to do but everything on that list is not what I want to do. Although, truth be told, I have no idea what I want to be doing either. None of my clothes feel comfortable. I just feel like wandering, pacing back and forth in my tiny apartment, hoping for some divine inspiration of what I want. Very bizarre.