End-of-EQ-Season-Impatient-Itis

I'm generally a patient person, but when it comes to EQ I morph into having the patience of a cranky toddler. The upcoming new season is one of the worst times for me. Constantly trying to decide who to get rid of, frustration at not being able to sell horse's normally worth millions for only small change. Racing crappy claimers that I know are going to FR'd to make room for my new 2yo's is endlessly painful. When I don't care about a horse any longer, the time taken to train and enter such horse feels like a complete waste.

Last week M and I were PM'ing as per usual, counting down the days to the new season. 9 days to go *arghhhh* 8 days to go, 8 days to go again...*argghhhhhhhh* seriously we started to worry that days were starting to go twice as long. Real life didn't seem any slower but in the world of EQ everything was crawling along. M is also a usually patient person, but she also suffers from the same condition as me. End-of-EQ-Season-Impatient-Itis.

It is now Thursday in Australia and still Wednesday evening in EQ. That means approximately a day and a half until the 'year' ticks over and all the horses age. Thinking ahead to all that exciting stuff I can do makes the condition worse. TW'ing the new 2yo's for the first time, moving some main barn mares and stallions to the breeding shed, breeding the first babies of the season and my personal favourite thing: FR'ing those useless, mangey, good-for-nothing, that are taking up valuable stall space, don't deserve to be called horses to the pasture in the sky forever...i'm getting non-sensical here...

So forgive me for the lack of good grammar and eloquent sentences this blog hasn't got today, my conscience is a day and a half ahead. End-of-EQ-Season-Impatient-Itis is ravaging my once sound (ish) mind.