A breath of fresh air
So a week and a half of working under the stairs is definitly taking a toll on my life. The ambient bullshit quotient is so high, I can feel my fucking hair turning more and more salt & pepper. The escapes are short : since no one else likes to do it, I shovel the snow. It's decent exercise, and it gets me out of the house.
Like going outside for a little shovelin', going out occasionally is also a good way to breathe. yesterday was really good, with art ( some of it quite erotic ) , decent chineese food and some great man-talk. Exactly what the doctor recommended. I even scored myself underground-comix.
It's good to have that breath of fresh air. It helps clear the air.
Like going outside for a little shovelin', going out occasionally is also a good way to breathe. yesterday was really good, with art ( some of it quite erotic ) , decent chineese food and some great man-talk. Exactly what the doctor recommended. I even scored myself underground-comix.
It's good to have that breath of fresh air. It helps clear the air.