I am fast approaching my third week as a working adult. Oh, it is exhausting. Waking before the sun is up, and coming home when it is setting – quite a toll on a body that has been resting since the end of May. Besides my listless doodles at work, I have not had the time nor the energy to write or draw or read, much. All the more, I am glad. This #365 project is forcing me to do something, anything, that is not work-related. The last thing I want to become is a lifeless patron of stereotypical middleclass adulthood.
And with that, my eyes are losing the fight.