A Bad Case of the Mondays

Yep, I'm in a slump. Been in one for a while, actually.

It's sort of funny, because I've actually been pretty productive, but it's always the completion of any project or getting through the boring details that defeats me.

As you can see, I've done a pretty major graphic update for the header of the site, and also added in a spiffy tiled background that I spent far longer on than even a person with OCD should. I think it came out pretty well though, so whatever.

The problem is the details. See, I got all this graphic stuff done, and now when it comes time to properly implement it I'm just fucking exhausted. I have no desire to try and sort out this drupal theme and get shit working right. I know I have the ability, just not the will to grind through it. I mean, seriously, this is about the tenth time I've sat down to really hack the CSS on a theme for a blog/website, and I'm completely fed up with it.

I think I have a solution this time, however. Instead of (continuing) whining about it, I'm going to find someone and give them monies to solve my problems for me.

Now, this prospect makes me nervous, because I'm pretty picky about projects and such, but I think this is simple enough that I can psychologically let it go and let someone else do the ugly, painful parts. Now, don't take this is an open invitation to submit job applications; I've already got some people in mind who I can inflict this suffering on. I'm just saying is all.

Probably a big part of this "case of the mondays" shit is the crazy things that I bring into my life; like fostering extremely aggressive dogs for an animal rescue, or rescuing cats from crack addicts. That's a lot of stress, similar, from what I've seen, to what some of my friends who now have kids are going through. I'm not sure which is more dangerous: sharp teeth and claws, or opposable thumbs. Both have a high potential for disaster.

Which reminds me of another thing, my bulldog is the same size, weight, and shape as my friend's one year old son. And I mean, if you've seen a one year old, their heads are enormous... Sorry, random thought there.

I also found out that my dog has nine nipples.

Yeah, another random thought.

Did I mention that I'm actually allergic to dogs and cats? Yeah, I'm also half retarded I guess. Long haired cats make me so allergic that I can barely breath. The cat we rescued from the crack addict (maybe it was an alcoholic, I'm not sure, either way that cat was almost dead from neglect) is a long haired cat. So guess who hasn't been able to breath for the last month. That's right, THIS GUY! YEAH!!

Anyway, I think that I need to start delegating some of my shitty tasks to other people so that I can actually focus on the stuff I like doing. Like that little image of ennui and apathy there; that was really quite fun to belt out with my tablet, and quite frankly it's the first thing I've enjoyed working on in quite some time. Didn't feel like work, ya know, more like venting.

I seem to draw a lot of rabbit-rodent like things. Not sure why that is... hm.

Well, ok, that's all for now. Oh, and Rush Limbaugh is still a traitor and a tool (HA! Got a political jab in there at the end!! AHAHAHAHA!!!).Ok, that is all.