Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
I have an intermittent drip, drip dripping noise in my house.
Nothing appears to be leaking & there are no damp patched.
now either :
A) I'm being stupid & hearing noises.
B) The offending noise is not in my house.
C) Its evaporating too quickly to form a puddle.
D) I have moist hippos living in my walls.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
So I've been in a bit of a fug. A dark, unhappy place in my head of late.
Over tired, over stressed & all over work.
It's odd, the less interest you take in something , the longer and more extensively drawn out it becomes, creating it's own vicious circle inside of which is only a downward spiraling depression.
In turn this strips you of any creative thought or willingness.
Boredom brings no enthusiasm.
....and you are left with dark.
Douglas Adams once described Sunday afternoons (pre all day shopping of course) as the long dark tea time of the soul. Not quite the same application here , but the sentiment is the same.
This is not my natural state.
I'm trying everything to get out of this rut.
A hopeful light is now starting to glimmer at the end of this tunnel
So maybe I will start to draw again.
Apologies for being on such a downer.