Finally, a new post

February 5th, 2009. How absolutely perfect that I have trouble expressing myself while I'm stricken down with this damnable sickness that robs me of my voice, yet again. Why is it that I always seem to lose my voice? Is it that I talk too much? Perhaps it's the effect of alcohol, loud bars, sickness, well I guess I may never know, but I'm definitely going to try and be more conscientious of taking care of my Voc-chords.

Sometimes you just feel like the world is pressing in on you. Today is definitely a day where this sentiment rings true. Work is so utterly involved that it eclipses my daily desires to pursue my goals of artistry. From graphic novels, to reading, to writing, to thinking, to hitting up the gym, I feel like my time is so unevenly divided between my obligations and my goals that it's like I'm treading water. (And if anyone has ever seen me in a pool, you can see how hard that is for me.)

At least I'm not in a situation as difficult as some of my friends, and at least there are moments of escape to keep me content. Also, I'm glad to have a job, seeing how the economy is going to be 'harder' over the next two years. My job would be more enjoyable if it had less responsibility, but therein lies the conundrum. If the job didn't have so much involvement, it'd be hard for me to take it seriously and to enjoy it. I guess what I'm saying is that I need a new change of pace, something to pull me from this static pond, and into another river.

I need some chapstick, 'cause my lips are breaking apart.