Of course I shouldn’t be writing this blog right now. Makes no sense. Far too much to do.
I need to take a minute every so often, though, so this seems as good a way as any.
Inhale. Exhale. Too much to do, man, and TOO LITTLE TIME.
Suddenly, everything’s got a time limit. A prop that we want needs to be shipped over, and won’t get here on time. We run out of cheques in the chequebook, and the replacement won’t get here in time. I want a haircut, but there isn’t a SINGLE SECOND between now and August 9th when I’m going to be able to get one.
No time, and the small things just keep getting bigger.
[Grosse Point Blank] This is me breathing. [/Grosse Point Blank]