The second day of August feels like the first, except I'm not as inspired as the last one. I suppose that's because I'm practically on autopilot and waiting for this vacation of mine to appear.
Speaking of which. I never thought it would be possible to stress out over planning what's supposed to be a relaxing vacation. With so many ideas circulating and so little time to execute all of them, it's become a bit of a hassle trying to coordinate schedules and times for things.
One would think that ten days is an absurdly ridiculous amount of time to begin with, but when you keep cooking up ideas, it's kind of a problem when you're trying to mesh everything together. Because sooner or later you're going to wind up with things like time constraints, a lack of back-up plans, a fixed schedule, some jerkass who wants to stay by the schedule, and an unnecessary load of stress all piling up... just waiting to drown you and everyone around you.
But yeah. That's how it goes.
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