The Blahs...

I have them. I don't know why. Nothing is wrong (other than the fact that I have not yet won the lottery). Life is fine, I have a nice home, a good hubby, a wonderful puppers. No reason to feel this way, but I do. I feel like I need a really good cry, but as opposed to my youthful days, I cannot just cry for no reason. I need something to make me cry, but I am afraid of getting it! Ugh.