In The Mood

I’m in a mood. It’s one of those moods and I don’t feel like blogging or writing or doing anything today. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s something else, I don’t know. It’s not a big thing but it’s one of those moods where all I really want to do is lie down and read a book and eat pizza. Now that I think about it, I pretty much feel like doing that every day so now I’m wondering if my mood has anything to do with reading and pizza at all or if it’s just an excuse to read and eat pizza? It’s one of those moods that make me wonder why we have to think about whether or not we lie down or we lay down. Does it really matter if I’m lying down or laying down?

The source of my mood could be Doctor Who. In April of last year I joined Netflix and began watching Doctor Who from the very first episode, An Unearthly Child, with the amazing William Hartnell as the Doctor. Fourteen months later I finished up the regular series and just this past week I started watching what’s called “Doctor Who: Series 1” which is a modernized series that started 16 years after the original series left the air and it’s all so different. The show looks different, the TARDIS is definitely different and I’m not sold on Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor and I don’t like the bubbling sense of sexual attraction I’m getting between the Doctor and Rose.

I need to stop this now because I’m writing. That last paragraph about Doctor Who would definitely count as writing and I’m not going to let myself beat this mood. I’m going to let the mood win. What good is a mood anyway if you can’t sit around and wallow in it? If you can’t look in the mirror and grumble about your place and life and your slanted glasses? Seriously. Why spend the energy to have a mood if you’re not going to take advantage of it and just let yourself crawl out of it by doing something like writing? Good questions.

That’s it, I’m done. If you’re looking for me I’ll be over in the corner nurturing my mood.