let life begin
Not necessarily a loaded statement, for today, I am ceasing active development on Moda in lieu of a chance to live less without the constant stress of work. I wish Raymond well with the company. (I've still got documentation to catch up on, but that's an on-going, low-stress project.)
As for me, I'm going to hopefully start focusing and working on the things that fundamentally matter. Music, icon design, video games, my self-anticipated application framework, animal rights awareness, volunteering, running and physical activity, cooking, and, of course, Asma and the babies.
I am exhausted. The past few weeks have been stressful and draining. And it's going to take a few weeks to shed the feeling that, once I wake up, I've got loads of things I need to get done. But that'll fade soon?
I keep imagining a hook being shoved into my ass while I'm still conscious and being hoisted up. And on occasion, my flesh ripping apart and me falling to the ground. Good times, world.
Here's to a better tomorrow!
S/he said…
this post was graphic.
this is every day, my friend
I think if Freud read that post he would say, “Kaiser fantasizes about having a huge hook lodged into his ass. It’s not rocket science. Case closed.”