i bought a new shiny hard cover notebook the other day. it's been a while since i've needed to do that, i almost thought that my other shiny hard cover notebook was going to last forever. it was such a nice comfortable thing to write in. unfortunately, it has out lived it's usefulness and i must now begin a-new. problem is, i can't seem to bring myself to write in it, which is odd. it's shiny. it's new. it has a black cover and red corners. it has lined paper. i've even gone so far as to buy a new pen, because nothing says "new beginning" like a shiny new pen. let's face it, shiny new stationery is da bomb!.
i'm in a weird, funny, bizarre headspace at the moment. i don't know where it's at, but it's not hanging out with me all that much. i'm also suffering a mixture of "fully motivated" and "fully unmotivated", this is, or course, causing a variety of confusions. i know i need to do it, but i can't be bothered. but then, i don't really need to do it and i'm off like a frog in a sock getting it done. i don't need to go to the gym and do spin classes or lift weights, but i do that with vigour and gusto. i do, however, need to get a great big pile of domestic chores done because the house looks like a bomb site, and i can't be arsed. i'd rather do spin and lift weights. i'd rather think about things i don't need to (or should) think about. i'd rather dream about places i would love to go, things i would rather do. there's a very heavy, very obvious, incredibly blatant energy of entropy hanging around and i'm not sure how to deal with it. i've got a fair idea as to where it came from, and i know that i should have controlled it when i saw it, but i didn't. not because i didn't want to, but because i was heavily distracted.
i've been here before, and i'll be here again. i'll just have to ride it out like i always do.
til next....
~Kits~ (in a 'no one cares what you're thinking' kinda mood)
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