It's been a crap day back at work. I just can't get my head back into this whole fickle world of advertisng. But it's all I can do. I'm so tired of of the same old same old. As they say in the meetings I attend to stay sober..."I was sick and tired of being sick and tired". I have to look at doing something more meaningful with my life. Maybe I should get back into ceramics again. But I need something more substantial to sustain my life here in big mortgage land. I love my home here in the bush in the middle of the city. Our secret hideaway. I'm scared people will find it and flock here and develop. It's so nice waking up to the sounds of the bush. It's almost surreal to leave this serene place and be in the busy city ten minutes later. I'm blessed. But I still hate my work. Trouble is I get paid so much money its obscene. I want to escape back to my youth.
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