Something is amiss.

Things are going fine. Work is still slow.
There just seems to be something lurking. I hope it is just the rainy weather.
I am working out, working out, working out. I'm in that bigger before smaller stage. I refuse to alter my diet by much, perhaps to my regret.
I'm not sure I have the ommph to be Ms. Social.
I'm sleepy now. I'm sure I had more to say, but I'm not sure what it was.