Gone Fishin'.
I think it's quite apparent that the standstill that qlassik.lj has acquired is inviting to dust and homeless phantoms. Should the last few weeks be documented, it will nothing less of a joyless parade of repetitive whining and at a crawling trudge. Nobody likes that. I don't like that.
So until my 24 hours becomes less concentrated with Illustrator, Corel Draw and corporate bitches, this space is going to assume an unprovoking state of sedation. Feel free to send love, because where I am feels like the aftermath of a party when it's all quiet and confetti on the floor and empty cups and everyone else has taken home the happy, leaving you with nothing but a mess.