There just aren’t enough hours in the day. Not even close. I did get a lot done at work today, but when i came home I spent the entire evening editing photos and researching my next photo project (which I actually have a really great idea for, and hopefully one people will actually want to pay money for. I even have the four models I need lined up, and they’re all hella excited about it). In addition to that I have a graphic design contract i have been neglecting. I promised to write the foreword to Mickey’s 365 book. I have at least 3 tarot cards to fix and repost as well as two new ones that I’ve shot but not processed yet. I don’t even remember the last time I had a chance to work out. Why can’t I quit smoking? Because nicotine gets me through the fucking day.
And people wonder why I don’t have time to sleep.