Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

I’m taking the time to write this.

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I love my blog. I love having a blog. I love taking care of my blog. I read lots (and lots and lots) of blogs. But I just haven’t had time to update. Each minute that I update – something might be blowing up in my work life.

You see, we’re working on this one film that just might be the end of me. It’s making me not like my job, and I love my job. I’ve had to send several people from here to London. No big deal. But now I’ve got people coming into London from Armenia, Sierra Leone, Gambia, Mali, Dakar. Just to name a few. And me – little old, and only – me doing the travel.

It’s not going well.

People like to change their travel. A lot. ‘Cause they changed their minds. Or need body guards, as some of the places mentioned aren’t exactly the safest in the world. So you know what it’s like to tell a major studio – where the wheels grind slowly in bureacratic indulgence – that please give me cash. For what? Bribes. Uh – do you have backup for that?

So, this is the only reason I’m incommunicado. Work sucks. But I thought I better let people know that because I got some concerned emails. Yes, I’m okay – other than standard stress related issues – and it’s just that work is taking up all the brain wave activity I generate.

I’m not lost

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I still love you, innernets. I do. I just can’t seem to talk to you much right now. And trust me when I say you’re not the only one. My best friend and my sister are both wondering why I’m not talking to them too. It’ me, not you.

This week’s gonna be tough.

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I’m going to try and come back to you this week. But that was before I opened my work email. I think after this week all will calm down. But dude, this is all just so wrong. For now, I’ll leave you with a quote I found.

The Beautiful is everywhere; perhaps more in the arrangement of your saucepans on the white walls of your kitchen than in your eighteenth-century living room or in the official museums.
Fernand Leger, painter

The hiatus continues

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So I’m feeling a little bit better, but I’m completely swamped with work, and a project that may actually send me over the edge. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can get my head above water.

a couple days

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So that the couple of you don’t wonder where I’m at, that cold hit. Hard. It’s hard to think, let alone see straight. So it might be a couple days before I’m back. But I will be back.

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