So apparently getting a fake mustache for $5 was a pretty good investment.
So here's the problem. I don't want to work, but not working makes me depressed. In order to relieve the depression, I do stuff that's not work, then discover that it's way too late and I need to get to bed on time so I can get up early. Come morning, I sleep in for several hours, and promptly don't update my to-do lists which I drastically need to reinstate now that I'm not completely swamped by a single project. Essentially, the cogs are all bent out of shape and don't have the will to put them back. To make matters worse, I've actually got some drive to do the things I WANT to for once. I've picked XCode back up and I'm playing around with a computer based drawing program, maybe I'll start drawing comics again. Until I get out of this funk, however, I can't do CRAP because it all feels bad, like too many sweets. I know I need to get off my ass and do all these things, but when I do I discover that it's 6:30 and a Wednesday, so I update my blog instead.
So here's the problem. I don't want to work, but not working makes me depressed. In order to relieve the depression, I do stuff that's not work, then discover that it's way too late and I need to get to bed on time so I can get up early. Come morning, I sleep in for several hours, and promptly don't update my to-do lists which I drastically need to reinstate now that I'm not completely swamped by a single project. Essentially, the cogs are all bent out of shape and don't have the will to put them back. To make matters worse, I've actually got some drive to do the things I WANT to for once. I've picked XCode back up and I'm playing around with a computer based drawing program, maybe I'll start drawing comics again. Until I get out of this funk, however, I can't do CRAP because it all feels bad, like too many sweets. I know I need to get off my ass and do all these things, but when I do I discover that it's 6:30 and a Wednesday, so I update my blog instead.
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