Back to my roots

I love being busy as hell. The kind of busy where I don't have any extra time to myself. The kind of busy where I don't have time to think. About anything. Ever.

I made it a personal goal of mine to become this busy the last few months I lived in Vegas. And it was phenomenal. It was so easy to pull off - what with planning a new life in a new city and all. But now that every thing's starting to settle down, I've caught myself slacking off on the job a few times. And that frankly will not fly.

The good news is that I'm back on course and wicked busy again. No relaxing. No free time. And screw sleep - I've got better things to do. Back to my roots.