The Attack of the Blahs

A thin, sticky, translucent layer of blah has slowly taken over my spirit lately. It kind of makes me cranky and borderline apathetic, but I don't think I'm a lost cause, yet. Some attacks come out of nowhere and the flight or fight mechanism kicks in, and sometimes the attack is slow and expectant. Either way this blah feeling is starting to get annoying and I'm wondering what I need to do or what I did wrong to warrant this bout of the blahs.

Will a trip to the mall combat the blahs or will finding someone new and cute make me shine today? All good and possible solutions, but I have a feeling that it'll only temporarily mitigate what I carry inside. Shall I ask God what's going on inside, but then I'm kind of NOT talking to him. Maybe if I hold tight, then I can ride it out.

Hm, just not sure what to do, but I know that sometimes things unseen, but heard can come inside and let out its venom, and so the attack of blah begins. Beware and be careful not to follow my example.