It’s been a while now since I’ve posted, but it’s not the only thing that’s been suffering these past few months. Since I’ve started working shift I’ve barely seen anything of my friends, I only see my girlfriend from time to time, I can’t commit to anything that’s on at the same time every week, generally things are a mess. My life has been pancaked (in the flipping sense). It’s not been all bad of course, I get plenty of time to relax (unfortunately most of it is spent alone) and I can’t remember a time where I’ve digested anywhere near as many books as I have this year. Tonight I’ve been swapping between sections of Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus and some short stories by Cory Doctorow, which has been working out well because Camus is pretty heavy and the dude uses some cracker words.
I’m still trying to work out what I’m doing with myself (as usual), but I’m quite confident that it isn’t this.