Ugh

This is about the gajillionth time that I've started this post. I've started to write about the funk I'm in (too depressing) and also a post about crying (WAY too depressing). I've started to write about my thoughts about my hair, and the only thing to say is that I'm bored and that I'm thinking about growing it out, which is perhaps the most boring possible solution to hair boredom. I've thought about writing a response to Tenured Radical's post about theory, but I just don't have the energy for that, and I also don't have the energy to write a post about single-authoring vs. co-authoring in academe (which a friend suggested I should write, I think because a) we've talked a bit about the topic or b) because he'd rather I not write about other things we've talked about lately). Speaking of things that I've talked about with that friend lately, I've thought about writing about those conversations and about things I'm thinking related to those, but that brings us back into depressing territory. I've started writing about the block I seem to be experiencing with research-writing, and I've started writing about the block that I seem to be experiencing with blogging (which I think has to do with the research stuff). I've started writing about the funk that I seem to be in over the past couple of weeks (but again with the depressing). So I have chosen, apparently, to write a post about all of what I'm not posting about because it's all lame, depressing, boring, shallow, or requires to much energy. I have high hopes that in doing this, I will ultimately find my way back to having things to say.