And I feel it dying as I type. Breathing roughened, eyesight dim, my dearest vacation won’t last past 13:00 tomorrow.
I didn’t get as much done as I would’ve liked. I read alot, I thought alot, I walked alot, explored (both mentally and physically) alot, but I didn’t get anything real done. That’s a shame, despite all the people will say “But that’s what vacations are for!” If only because it seems that vacations are the only times I’m able to get some things done. Like heavy-duty cleaning, or miscellaneous time-intensive projects.
I feel better after this past week, so I s’pose it went well. After all, I was going mad before the weekend. I feel the beast is penned and it’s gnashing is far less fierce or frequent.
The challenge will be to remember this restful feeling and keeping it alive when I go into work tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day…
I think I’ll go browse deviantArt for new items, as I can’t think of anything immediately relevant to post at this moment. Besides, deviantArt always a slightly intriguing foray into the art-geek’s mind. And the sheer volume of work that is uploaded sometimes boggles the mind. Refresh the front page every ten to twenty seconds to see what I mean.
[Edit @ 21:03: I guess you have to have an account there to see the instantaneous "most recent". So... either create an account or… nevermind! :)]
Have fun, readers.
Skåll!!!