My home is now littered with soap-making paraphenalia...the aftermath of my failed attempt to make soap (duh) for a class project (promotional design using an original logo). In my mind's eye, boy oh boy was it cool. In reality, boy oh boy was it a mess. Any notions I might have had of taking up soap-making full-time have been dashed, utterly. Washed down the drain, as it were. Luckily I had no such notions so I'm quite ok with it. So, in the fine tradition set forth since, uh...my birth, near as I can tell, I'll be completing this project at the last minute, like tomorrow, quite possibly during class, when it's due. But why mess with success, right?

I've come to the current conclusion that the thing I need to change in my life is a lack of consistency. I lack focus. I lack continuity. There is too much of everything in my life and it's all over the place. I need to pick a theme and stick with it. But really, this theory is bogus because I'm actually already quite consistent in a number of ways. For instance:

• I'm consistently late. (You could set a watch by it. But I wouldn't.)
• I'm consistently moody.
• I'm consistently thinking something needs fixing/improving/changing.
• I'm consistently thinking WAY TOO MUCH.
• I'm consistently speeding, largely because I'm consistently late.
• I'm consistently over-complicating everything.
• I'm consistently making lists like this.

...and so on.

I don't even really like being consistent all that much, so I'm not even sure where I was going with this one. And you know why? Because I'm consistently making it up as I go!