60 hours

I've been writing a lot lately (offline) almost a journal if you will. It will probably be made public close to a year from now. For use of a better phrase, "I got a lot going on right now." Not spoiled teenager stuff but serious life lessons are being dropped on my shoulders. I may or may not share with you in due time. The point is, I've just been thinking a lot lately, to the point I feel it's too much. I'm not sure how much I should be wondering off in my own mind for fear I wont make it back. 

I'm writing this at 9am, before I go to work. Work that I don't necessarily hate, it's just work that doesn't make me happy or provide what I need to put things in place to make me happy. For my current situation i'm forced to work a more demanding job that I hopefully have lined up already. It has it's pros and cons like any job like the pay for example is great but the hours are awful. Over 60 hours a week I would be working and I pray to god I don't lose my creative outlets. I'm definitely going to lose time and energy but I feel with enough drive on my end, I'll be able to balance work and passion (art/design you weirdos).

Anyway, I have to get ready for work, so pardon me while I waffles. (?)

chocolate
mother flumpin
CHIP. . . . . and ovaltine.