#58: The Banana Flower Bird Eats The Worries

I wish I didn't always leave my blogging to, literally the second before I go to sleep. Most nights I blog, I am usually tucked up in bed, with my head on the pillow, tapping away with my fingers and thumbs, struggling to keep my eyes open. So, you'll excuse the lack of a extensive vocabulary.

Due to a large amount of damp, and mildew growing in one corner of my room, I have had to move my chest of drawers, next to my bed. So, today, I sorted that, tidied, and rearranged all my bits and bobs, and ornaments. I decided moving my drawers was an absolute must, after I pulled out my favourite pair of PVC trousers, to wear into town. I had found a new addition to "the wet look". Green spots had been added. Not exactly the look I was going for.

Whilst in the organising mood, I spent the next hour and a half rearranging Col's DVD collection, by genre. Ranging from the gritty Tarantino, all the way through to the classic Disney Pixar. I am a total geek. I loved every second of it!

But later that night, I had my by weekly, down in the dumps, "I don't know what to do with myself, and my life" moment. This resulted to me doodling, and coming up with some of the usual abstract art I create. However, with some help from my doodles, but mostly from the help of a wise man, and his words of wisdom, I was soon snapped out of it.