The past few weeks of my life have been the most productively unproductive times I think I’ve ever had in my adult life. My time spent at my actual job has been spent doing very little work. I peruse the internets for news articles or art reference, make countless visits to and from the hospital in a vain attempt to actually get help, and go to the gym. I have done very little work recently. I’m enjoying it.

    At home, I cook, a organize, I disorganize, a fix, I laze, I bed. My home life is finally a home life. I bring my work shit home less and less and attend to my family more and more. I’m finishing up projects I started forever-and-a-half ago and taking on new ones that I’ve wanted to do for some time. It’s nice.

    I don’t want to be a preacher of sobriety, but, I think it’s the sobriety. Now I needs me a choir…