Today is going to be a fantastically different day for me. I don't usually judge day's based on what I do necessarily, because I tend to accomplish a rather wide variety of tasks during the day. Rather, I look at days with a more critical eye than most - that being, how I feel.
As a self-proclaimed optimist and light-to-the-world I carry the burden of the responsibility of other's happiness on my shoulders. I feel, however, that all that is going to be flushed down the toilet today. Its not that I'm in a bad mood - no sir; so rarely to I have those its hard to remember how they feel. And its not that I'm angry either (which happens on occasion - no need for alarm). Rather, I'm feeling...mischievous. To the point I've been accused of being downright negative. Me? Say it isn't so. However, it must be true - two people have told me this within the span of twelve hours.
My world is dust now,
And all I loved is dead.
Oh, let me trust now
In what my master said:
"There is a sweetness in every woe."
It must be so. It must be so.
Being "off my meds" so to speak, the world is suddenly a blank canvas. Whatever shall I do? More cowbell. If I'm not acting within my usual parameters, I certainly can't be expected to pretend its not the case. The only course then, is action! Where to start, then?
- I used the passing of Arthur C. Clarke to link two unrelated denominations together: I make it a rule to not care if I get one psycho-whackjob religion confused with another.
- I studied up on the aptly-named anonymous activist group, Anonymous.
- I spun my vehicle around in lake of white mud throwing it across the entire width and breadth of my car. It now looks that I was in a rally race. The guard at the front gate into the plant even asked me what I'd done.
- I am dying for any reason whatsoever to call someone, "walrus-looking" even if its unjustified. That has just been eating at me all day long!
In other news, for those of you who read it, I apologize for you seeing this again, depressing as it is, but I wanted to share it with those who don't read xkcd:
And now I have something like four simultaneous projects that I want to start and finish, immediately. I think I'll get myself a Monster and buckle down...and listen to The Hunt for Red October oover and over again.
Too much rain over Paradise.
