That’s what it feels like anyway. Usually there’s nothing really special to write about. But that’s not the point of writing a blog. It should just reflect my current thoughts at the moment I’m writing it. So I might as well give it a shot. So what’s on my mind? That would be the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. Ever since last Friday, all I saw in front of me was just three days of work and then there’s four days of relaxation. It’s definitely something I need. Though I’m not close to burning out from work, it could potentially happen, so I’m going to really savor these four days. Just tonight, it took about two and a half hours from the moment I got off work to the moment I stepped foot in my house and took off my shoes. That’s really the downside of the Thanksgiving weekend I guess. The freeway was packed tonight. I don’t even want to know what it’s going to be like Wednesday night as more than the usual amount of people are on the road.

Along the lines of work, which takes up an average of 10 hours of my day, compounded with 3 hours of commute to and from, I’m starting to reconsider perhaps cutting down on my work hours. The first month of work, it was 8 hours each day. Then as the days went by, I’ve adopted a more destructive schedule which was an average of 46 hours a week. It definitely brought in the money at the end of the day. But is it worth it? I don’t mind reverting back to eight hours a day, but I’m addicted to the almighty dollar. What can I say? For now, I guess I can wait until the time is right: either by own choice or when I can’t take it anymore.

I think what I need to keep me blogging is a hobby. Although it feels like for some, blogging is their hobby. But I’m an artist at heart. Unfortunately, the conflict is that I don’t have time to work on my art. Why don’t I have time? Because it’s wasted on work. Perhaps maybe I should not work so much, but I need to work a lot to build a comfortable security for myself in case something unfortunate happens. And so I’m left with not enough time in my life to pursue my hobbies, which therefore cuts down the potential for blogs. Endless, vicious cycle! Yarr.

Oh well. I still love my website. It’s revolutionary. But Google has yet to notice. That’s fucked up.