My neck is killing me. I popped some painkillers. My collection is now pathetic. I only have a few left, but it'll do.
The plan is to go radio silence for a week, as I create more stuff for myself. But I guess all my plans come to naught. They always turn out better. Hahaha. I've always been lucky.
Work is okay. Things are settling into a routine before another wave comes. My other projects are at the waiting stage. This is a good time for a breather, really.
I know that I can always trust my instincts. I can be wrong, but my instincts have always served me well.
Patience. Wait for the moment. Wait for it. Wait. And then BAM! What now, motherfucker?!
Oh well.
I am so fucking good.
