It's been seven months since I actually logged on and attempted to blog. I guess now that I write for a living, the joy of writing has kinda diminished.

Current state: In a cold room, bundled up and sneezing

The place itself is filled with tension so thick you can cut through it. Slamming this, throwing that. Yeah maybe it ain't that dramatic but it doesn't mean that the tension ain't real. I'm just bored with all the mood throwing. I don't like it but I guess I'm gonna have to live through it.

I need to find more time for myself. I haven't done any photography projects in awhile and if I don't, I'm gonna lose touch. But My job doesn't really permit that. I need to figure out what is it I really want to do.

Growing up Sucks.