I could call it boredom. After all, I'm just sitting here, lethargically stirring my oatmeal that isn't really appetizing.
I could call it apathy. After all, there are so many things I should do, but I just don't have the motivation.
I could call it lack of stimulation. After all, if my expectations of life here should be based on this week, I should always have something going on, something to entertain me.
I could call it being very tired. After all, this week has been so busy and I haven't gotten enough sleep.
I could call it waking up too early on a Saturday morning. After all, who wakes up before eleven o'clock on a Saturday around here - except, of course, for those baseball players.
I could call it slight illness. After all, I had a headache last night and a slight sore throat this morning.
Or...I could call it homesickness, because that's what it is.