A downturn

Right, my brain has taken a turn. Probably because i'm still up waiting for a DVD to encode. From now on i'm going to completely outsource this shit - I really need to be in bed now. I reckon i'm as close as i've been to having an anxiety attack since the separation. Way too much to do, an outrageous goal of leaving for Vietnam in 6 weeks, an extraordinary amount of money to earn somehow before then... blah, blah, fucking blah.

Positive thinking says: yes, the money will come to you, yes, you have the ability to get lots done in the next 6 weeks. There's always that deadshit job where i'll see the sexy boy. Yes, i am freaking out - sorry - this blog has turned sour!! Just so tired and want to go to bed for one hundred years - i've spent the day (and night) computer bound - and it's had this effect - i've become overwhelmed by everything i've set out to achieve.

I need a bath in some positivity oil. My new cubbyhouse doesn't really have a bath - but at this point, the bed seems glorious.

BTW - i saw some amazingly weird dogs the other day - a pair of identical huge white Borzois. Russian wolfhounds. As captivating as seeing a pair of unicorns.

All in all, and i'll forgive you for unsubscribing at this point, this is what i started the blog for - to be a brain drain and a sanctuary for me to be happy or sad in. I'm not sad, i'm just anxious and towards my wit's end.