Lin is playing that damn Resident Evil game again. He spent all day, and I do mean ALL day, playing it yesterday. The sound of shooting bullets and dying zombie people is making me crazy. I’ll be ever so glad when he kicks its butt so I can go back to playing my nice and serene Harvest Moon with cute graphics and a pleasing, non-stressful soundtrack.

I wanted to work on this month’s artist trading cards this weekend, but I can’t seem to get started on it. They have to go out soon. I have the ideas, I just don’t have the ability to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time, especially not with the constant rattle of gunfire in the living room. I also haven’t painted anything in weeks or done any sketches, and I had plans to make a polymer clay rosary as a gift for a friend in crisis too. So many art projects … no energy to work on them (or anything else for that matter).

I’ve just been more than a little stressed out the last two weeks. It drains the life out of everything. But there isn’t anything to be done about the things causing the stress other than ride them out and hope for the best. It’s like being on a surfboard on top of a tsunami and you don’t know how to surf … just hang on and pray. Yeah, I have been praying lately, so you know I’ve reached the point where I am feeling overwhelmed and ready to hand it all over to the universe to sort out as it sees fit. I’m not generally in favor of having things over to the powers that may or may not be, but sometimes that’s the only thing you can do.

I should probably go eat something seeing as all I have had today was a Dr Pepper or two. Maybe I’ll feel more energetic and centered after I eat, and then I can get done some of these things I would like to get done. Or not …