In a World Gone Mad

I seek a bit of control.

I've commented before that I've been in a wretched mood these past 6 months. Mostly crap related to work and mostly crap beyond my control. And the sad thing is, it isn't actually my job that is bumming me out - but rather a tiny, silly little regulatory group that is boosting it's ego by crushing mine. Apparently, 3 people on the planet think that the fact my company exists is the root of all joy-killing stuff around. It's totally crap, but, they have power.

So, I've been pouty. I've been unreasonable. I've taken way too many naps. And, now that it appears that I may not win this battle, I have sought to find order in a world spinning out of control.

It may not surprise you to learn that I'm not prone to neatness. (Excuse me, something seems to have afflicted the Phenom because the moment I finished the previous sentence, the Phenom fell over on the floor and is either laughing or crying but doing it so hard no sound is actually coming out.) Okay - back to the point, I am a monkey, after all. We aren't exactly the Home and Garden set.

So, as my world spins beyond my influence, I have turned to organizing my closets. I'm throwing away crap. I'm purchasing baskets and tubs, and I've become a whirling dervish of clean. It's frightening. It's scary. Hopefully things will turn around soon and I can stop.