This last week has been a complete f'in nightmare. I havent' stopped for what seems like ages, and it's finally getting to me. Is this what life will be like forever? Is this the crazy American obsession with all work and no play? Is this it?
I hope not 'cause at this rate I'll never make it to 50, and I've been shooting for 120 since I read about in the Guinness Book of World Records. Of course if I do make it to 120 then I will probably look back on this and laugh and say "Oh what a fool I was." But in the absurd present I am physically taking a beating. It's not the mental stress, which is relatively minor, but the physical stress - being gone from home for 15 hours a day, non-stop at work and the personal life, just wanting to sit on the couch and not being able to - that's the killer. On the plus side I think I'm losing weight, probably muscle though.
I looked back yesterday on the only published piece of writing I've done. It was frustrating. I think my comma use, though grammatically exceptional, was excessive. Sort of like in that last sentence. I think I'll give them a break for awhile and do all I can to avoid the comma. It achieves clarity at the expense of flow. At least that's how I perceived it in the piece. Maybe I was wrong. If anyone reads this they can check it out for themselves here. It's a personal piece so be gentle on the content and vicious on the presentation.
Tip for the day: When taking pictures make sure that your head is perfectly square in relation to the camera. Don't tip or tilt or lean. And don't worry excessively about the body. If you're fat then maybe you'll want to turn sideways a little but not at the expense of the symmetrical face. Square up and I guarantee you'll like the shot.
I hope not 'cause at this rate I'll never make it to 50, and I've been shooting for 120 since I read about in the Guinness Book of World Records. Of course if I do make it to 120 then I will probably look back on this and laugh and say "Oh what a fool I was." But in the absurd present I am physically taking a beating. It's not the mental stress, which is relatively minor, but the physical stress - being gone from home for 15 hours a day, non-stop at work and the personal life, just wanting to sit on the couch and not being able to - that's the killer. On the plus side I think I'm losing weight, probably muscle though.
I looked back yesterday on the only published piece of writing I've done. It was frustrating. I think my comma use, though grammatically exceptional, was excessive. Sort of like in that last sentence. I think I'll give them a break for awhile and do all I can to avoid the comma. It achieves clarity at the expense of flow. At least that's how I perceived it in the piece. Maybe I was wrong. If anyone reads this they can check it out for themselves here. It's a personal piece so be gentle on the content and vicious on the presentation.
Tip for the day: When taking pictures make sure that your head is perfectly square in relation to the camera. Don't tip or tilt or lean. And don't worry excessively about the body. If you're fat then maybe you'll want to turn sideways a little but not at the expense of the symmetrical face. Square up and I guarantee you'll like the shot.
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