I promised I wouldn't do this to myself. I set out to make a website, and I fully intended on keeping it up to date.
Three posts later: Shit hits the fan.
This summer was nuts. I'm still trying to process it all. Maybe I'll write about it, but not tonight. I kept procrastinating on a new post because I just 'didn't have the time'. The longer I stalled, the bigger I made the task seem to be. Christ, it's just a blog post that probably not many will people read anyway. WHO CARES. Right? RIGHT?
I leave for Scotland tomorrow. "What for?" I've been asked, by too many people. I don't have an answer. Truthfully, I was hungover, depressed, and I saw a super stellar flight deal. I don't really have the time or funds to be going on another trip, especially after the clusterfuck that China was, but hey...YOLO.
Currently reading: Guns, Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond (which always gets commented on when I'm at work) and Ego is the Enemy by Ryan Holiday. I'm liking them both, but I won't be bringing either on my trip because A) they're dense and I want to relax and B) they are simply too heavy to lug around.
Thanks for reading; let's hope I won't wait months for the next post :)