Another artistic abberation from yours truly.
Modem is still out at home, and thus the temporary neglect here.
It's less than two months before I leave to the States and the days seem to pass by quickly with what seems like a busy schedule, but somehow I reach the end of each day and think, hey, there goes another day, and I know I was busy but I don't feel... the viscosity of it all. I know a lot of it is significant work, but still I get this feeling like that of eating a lot of McDonald's french fries and then thinking two hours later that I don't feel much actually in digestion. Methinks the US will bring much of direction (I suppose one could call it that), but then I'm also thinking that it's like I'm a liquid looking for a glass to find a shape. Not the best philosophy... or viscosity.