work...

...It's so far up my nose I can feel it's boots on my chin.

Plagerism...you just experienced it. Because that line was used in Alan Parker's 1988 drama, "Mississippi Burning". Which I watched today and happened to enjoy. At home. On the couch with my best friend influenza. Who is not Italian. He's a dick.

Anyway, I know I got this virus because I was stressed out at work last week and the week before and the week before that. It does nothing for you to get too emotionally negative about your 9-5. Unless you do something about it of course. Which I typically never do. And this last month more than ever I was privy and openly conscience to the negative cycle I was creating.

Aside from work (me) affecting my health, there really is little to moan about. I keep learning a lot about myself this year. Which has been enlightening to say the least, fucking scary to say the most. Guess I better get used to it, apparently that's what your twenty's are all about.

Oh and I'm going to level with you, I always start blogs with grand schemes of spending huge amounts of time focussing my posts on specifics...like inspirational designs and illustration, as was the original intention for this blog. But it never happens like that (see! another thing I learnt about me!). So let's not expect it. I prefer just hacking away at the keyboard anyway, who the hell was I kidding.

If I stumble on something cool I'll post it. Off to inhale some med lemon and snot all over the couch then.

Goodnight and goodluck.