Sick of Pink

I have backslidden (is that a word even?) and am playing with my blog instead of getting to grips with rewriting a chapter, as I should be doing this morning. Having finally had my eyeballs peeled away enough by the colour of my blog so that I can't stand the pink anymore, I'm going green...but only in a colourific way. Hmm, as I glance down at myself, I realise I am also dressed completely in green - except the red socks. I wonder if there is a subconcious reason for all the green?