I was at work until almost 8pm today. I started working at 11 though, so I'm not sure if that makes me a workaholic or incredibly lazy. I kept working when I got home.. I like making manuscript figures. Looking beyond my laptop, I can see three bags of canvas and a pile of paper on my living room floor. They're hungry for ink and blood. I can't feed them.
My plate is full. I've reached that steady-state where I don't have time to do extra enjoyable things... but that in itself is strangely enjoyable. I think it's the TV. I am a slave to it. It's the only thing that turns my brain off at night. I tried reading the other day and stayed up til 3AM.
Somehow I still find 2 hours in my day to search for a karaoke version of Coin-operated Boy by Dresden Dolls. Why is it that the only place you can find this song is a random bar in Philly? Karaoke Obscura.
Ah time management.
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