I woke up feeling restless, like there had to be something wrong. every moment in my head was a moment wasted, and i'm quite good at wasting moments-but this time i decided it wasn't good enough to think, think, think...or to feel, feel, feel. Whatever is whatever but I wasn't in the mood to sit with either the turning thinking or that sinking feeling. No siree Bob, not today. I detailed the house for about six hours to get totally distracted, in the zone so to speak, when i allow obsession to just get me there, to get me to do things i usually can't find the effort for. It's an intense energy that leaves me feeling like i'm coming down, and it allows me for hours to rediscover why some counselors say i have some seriously huge 'perfectionism' issues going on. They have said at different times that I do things half arsed because it's my way of coping with preconceived dissapointments. I polished a lotta wood and I even spent about fifteen minutes adjusting the hang of the dining room curtains. Even.