Friday, May 28, 2004
I've been thinking about it lately, and it could be said that I was an intensely creative person until August 2002. That's when I got my first real job. Since then, my creative projects have been unrealized, uninspired, and generally few.
I hate work. Work is what turns excellent human beings into lame adults. All I think about now and all I have time to do are the two jobs I'm working in order to keep this shitty apartment.
Yes, that's a little harsh on myself. It's just another lonely Friday night, and I'm way too tired to do anything but write a blog entry and go to bed. There's good news on the horizon: a three day weekend, then a two day week, and then summer vacation! No more getting up at 6:30 AM!
I hate work. Work is what turns excellent human beings into lame adults. All I think about now and all I have time to do are the two jobs I'm working in order to keep this shitty apartment.
Yes, that's a little harsh on myself. It's just another lonely Friday night, and I'm way too tired to do anything but write a blog entry and go to bed. There's good news on the horizon: a three day weekend, then a two day week, and then summer vacation! No more getting up at 6:30 AM!
