I am not feeling well and justifiably called in sick to work today. I am worried about three things, in particular order:
1) Work has been breathing down my neck with impending deadlines and metre-stick bureaucracies. Speaking of deadlines, I have also perhaps unconsciously waited until the last minute to sign my extension papers, thusly committing me to another six weeks of Waskesiu weather into the muscley part of December.
2) My creative workload is a half-hearted, half-heated affair, with plenty of misfires, interruptions and failed erections. My paintings suffer from ADD but my music endeavours are still-born cripples. I am, slowly, becoming a better drummer.
3) My body is aging. This would be neat except I have to live with the guy and a sick roommate is an unfun one.
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I am currently following this and think perhaps you might benefit from Raymond's Swiss-esque meticulousness as well.
Like him, I will start updating much more frequently. Tomorrow, maybe.
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