By interpreting a couple of recent dreams and my recent creative activity- and lack of quality thereof- I’ve diagnosed myself with an inferiority complex combined with a victim complex. I’m hoping to get back to the more interesting stuff soonish, when I work that out, but my God-damned fucking job is going rotten again. Seriously, fuck this shit. I understand that fire is pretty…that doesn’t mean we should set them inside the house.
Anyway, what all that emo nonsense means is that I’m working 14 days in a row and things might be less exciting around here for a while.
Edit: I suppose the first order of business is to begin treating my work as the abusive relationship it obviously is.