Obsessing

Gods help me, I need a distraction. That's not to say that there is nothing to do. I have truckloads to do, but the procrastinator streak in me makes me put everything on the back burner. Well, at least the swimming is going.. rather.. swimmingly; everything else, not so much.

Apart from that one hour of respite where I'm still gulping quite a bit of (eww) chlorine water with (eww) who knows what, most of my day goes by obsessing over certain somethings. To make matters worse, I've got the blues in all its hues. By rights, it shouldn't even matter. It is, after all, following in the same pattern. What was expected did happen. One theory goes that when you keep expecting negativity, negative things happen. Oh well. But then again, what is a pessimist to do?

It's just the stupidity of the whole thing that bugs the hell out of me. No, scratch that. I don't even know if it is stupid. Things just go from A to C, completely missing B, and no one seems to bother telling me what on this godforsaken Earth happened to the bleeding B. I mean, honestly, can someone/anyone send me a memo next time?

Right, so now that a bit of ranting is done, next post is possibly gonna be about resin casting. Here's hoping, anyway. Toodles.