I'm having a hard time figuring out exactly why, but I am in an utterly foul mood this morning. Actually, that makes it sound like there are no possible reasons... what I really mean is that I am having a hard time figuring out what specific element in the cavalcade of misfortune that seems to have beset me this last weekend is most responsible for the mood I find myself in this morning, a mood where I feel more inclined to go on a killing spree with a machete than sit down calmly at my desk and do my job.

It should have been a pleasant and constructive weekend: go for a good long run on Saturday morning, clear out and rearrange my office space to make the room seem a bit less dark, sort through and (most painful) dispose of those books which I am just not going to read, and then go and see the second Matrix film on Monday evening.

Somehow it didn't work out... the run on Saturday went well enough (apart from being utterly dead at the end, but that's already documented), and the first chunk of work on the office clearing went smoothly, although I had seriously underestimated how much time the office would take. I was also much more tired after my run than I had expected and so I didn't start the office until a good deal later in the day than I had planned, so perhaps that taking too long wasn't so surprising.

Anyway, what I had thought would be just Saturday to do the office took most of Sunday too, and then the bookshelves still needed doing and they were not begun. Jen and I took an agreed trip on Sunday afternoon to a local bookshop to try and sell some of the books we had been sorting through, which turned into a lengthy and draining discussion on belief systems (which is another post, or series of posts, to come). Monday (the Memorial Day holiday), which should have been our rest day, was just more of the same. No rest, and we were neither of us particularly inclined to hit the cinema on Monday night. We watched Chicken Run again instead, which was fun at least, although it reminded me that I still haven't fixed the PAL- and hifi-capable video.

And through it all my ankle and leg were hurting. I couldn't run on Monday, I very much doubt that I will be able to run today, and a huge excess of physical energy is building up that I just can't release.

Finally, this morning I was just so tired... I was asleep in plenty of time last night to get out of bed at five as usual (and we've been making a point over the weekend of getting up early to not break thet rhythm) but there was no moving my limbs until six. I finally managed to lumber out of the door at eight o'clock, the time I would usually plan to be already at my desk, in the same misanthropic and balefully black mood that has fuelled this whole post.

Still, it's a lovely day.

Like that could possibly make a difference.

In retrospect, we should just have taken Monday off from our decluttering efforts regardless of where they were so that we could have done some of the more relaxing things that we needed to do to wind down a bit, but what I really need to do is get running again. I'm going to see the doctor today about my leg, and I really hope that he doesn't tell me something I do not want to hear...

Posted by Dunx at May 27, 2003 09:59 AM