Since I decided to shut down the studio, I've lost my primary avenue of creative output. Considering that that was also the prime substitute for my sex drive, that's a not-so-good thing: I'm finding my thoughts becoming scattered and everything becoming a possible avenue for creativity. Seeing as my primary focus is now fixing the Big Broken Box™, this is something of which I need to careful be.
I'm also impatient to get working on it. Thing is it's outside work that absolutely needs to get done-- all the inside stuff can wait. And I have other things that are more immediately pressing, aside from not being able to spend any money right now.
Patience sucks.
There are juniper bushes outside the front door at work. In the heat, they give off this wonderful smell, akin to cedar.
