The last couple of days have been rather odd, and not odd in a shouting at the wall because the voices tell you to do so kind of way.

Let me paint the picture of what happened both days; I woke up in the morning, checked the old crackberry for mails from people wanting to know why everything wasn’t done yesterday, and proceeded to eat the honey oat goodness that is breakfast while tutting away at how bad the world was before going out to work.

It was a sunny day for walking, absolutely the ideal weather for walking around London town, and I had wandered down to Waterloo for where I currently reside and proceeded to work away on various naughty things like the crossword and making too many cups of tea.

But there was something amiss, for all the while there was a slow anger building up and I was just feeling overly annoyed to the point I was muttering under my breath all the way back home. I had watched some bad telly, and then went to bed with some sticky things in my ears to block all naughty from the outside world (in case you’re wondering it’s noisy where I live, and not due to gunshots)

Now, come to today, the exact same things were happening, but this time, all happy and smiley without the thoughts of destruction and doom which plagued me most of the day before. It was the most confusing contrast I’ve ever had happen to me, one day; Mike Douglas, Falling Down, about to lose it, and today, Barney the dinosaur, even to the point of enjoying ice cream by the river.

How the hell can this possibly happen? I cannot explain it at all. Surely same things happening, the feelings would remain the same? Dude, I’m messed up.