Friday, September 24, 2010

when will this end?

I'm not quite sure what will become of me when my face isn't shoved inside cuntputer screen for 8 fucking hours every stinkin day. It's gonna be incredible to recreate all day long then head to the night jobby job all broken down, bleeding, and exhausted. Hopefully I'll still be full of rage. And hopefully I'll find some inspiration along the way cuz I feel like the last month has been worthless. I've been so focused on organizing the big move and I've been sick, so I haven't done much else. My brain is dead. Today I ran out of internets around 8:43 am. So I've spent the rest of the day clicking every few minutes between Facebook, Surfer Mag message board, and a handful of random blogs wishing that somebody would update their shit. The light at the end of the tunnel is October 3rd. One last delivery run then Bali just over a week away. That's the carrot dangling in front of me.

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  1. there is no end, keep chasing carrot... click-click, point, clickity-click, click, click

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  2. quitting my shitty job was the best thing I've ever done. Given the circumstances.

    Until the medical bills. But still, I remember my friend saying, "there will not be a day when you look back on the decision to leave your shitty job with regret." He's been mostly right (except for that damn health insurance haha).

    Yesterday I woke up and just went hiking. Twas radd.

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