I may be a workaholic
So it's become apparent that I won't have a day off for the next 6 weeks. I'll be working 12 hour days at the film production office, or on set, or frantically working my other job where I actually get paid. So much for getting a gym pass, there'll be no time to exercise. So much for fic writing, I have no time. By the time I get home I barely have time to grocery shop, much less visit friends.
Now, I'm not complaining. I did bring this on myself and I knew this would come. I'm making invaluable contacts and learning a fuckload.
But, fuck. Something big better come out of this.
Plus, my insomnia has reared it's ugly head again.
I need an inspirational poster of a kitty hanging out of a tree for my office wall.
Now, I'm not complaining. I did bring this on myself and I knew this would come. I'm making invaluable contacts and learning a fuckload.
But, fuck. Something big better come out of this.
Plus, my insomnia has reared it's ugly head again.
I need an inspirational poster of a kitty hanging out of a tree for my office wall.