And so it goes. Another week, another month, another year. Whateverin'.
Time is a funny thing, it is. Seems to come to a halt on crowded buses, long lines and such. And it flies while you're doing something you really like. I don't know if it is a mental thing or just that the laws of physics regarding the space-time continuum(whatever) adjust to our brains depending on what activities we're engaged.
Last night, it took me 30 minutes just to get through one kilometer, the last kilometer before my place. Traffic was stuck because of an accidents that took place quite a long way away from my whereabouts at the time, and suddenly....time stopped. It seemed to me I had to spend at least 40 hours just to make that last part of the road. I was glad that I had some music in my ears - I'd have gone berserk inside that bus otherwise.
The 10 hours I have to spend inside this shit of an office, it seems to last for weeks each day. I'm somehow glad that I got an obnoxious 2-hour lunch break because I am allowed to do stuff I like doing while it lasts, things like drawing, that are otherwise frowned upon round this shithole, under penalty of being wrongfully accused of being a no-good worker, one that does nothing but draw. Yeah, I'd agree with said accusations if there was anything worth doing round this hell-hole. So, I'm not allowed to do nothing else than pretend I'm working.
And you know how long the hours goes by on such conditions...seconds become months.
I'm really, really glad for weekends. Such a holy, holy couple of days. The holiest of them all. This one in particular, shall be a busy one, with all the partying and rocking to do. I'm glad we've got two days off in a week, because one of them will be busy with said activities, the other one shall be filled with cartooning.
And I'm looking forward to that. I'm feeling much more...I don't know, complete I guess - now that I'm doing something I enjoy doing. I gotta learn two things yet though - to be faster and less perfectionist.
Meanwhile, let's get back to pretending. Ah, the whole corporate slavery tires me to high heavens. But such is life, this thing. Weird thing, it is.
Let's head towards the weekend freedom though. Let them hours fly by.
And let's enjoy our free time. Our precious free time. The time worth living.
