Trickle Trickle, Gush Gush Boy, when it rains, it pours. Work never comes slow and steady, does it? I get so busy I feel like my head is going to spin off. Lists tacked up on the wall, inspiration glued to the lamps, supplies strewn about like a tornado hit. Wait! Where'd I put the red?! I can't find my ruler. I think Vince ate it...

And when it's slow, it's turtle-slow. Slow and sticky. Slow like I'll never get another job again ever. Ever. And I'll wither away and die with no paint spots on my clothes. No stained fingers. No oopsies in the margins. Just let me drown in my sorrows. Let the stickiness freeze me in one mourning position for the rest of my breathing days.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but you get what I'm saying. What's with the ups and downs? Why is it a scary, thrilling rollercoaster ride and not a peaceful ride on the merry-go-round. At least life is more exciting this way, I guess. Always look on the bright si-ide of life. Dink dink. Dink dink dink dink dink. That's what that one song says, right?

Right now is one of those "too much to do" times. And I've been procrastinating doing much of it at all. Maybe it will do itself. But probably not. With the wedding planning and the working-all-the-timing and the still-trying-to-have-a-social-lifing... It's messy.

And I guess that's the way I like it.