As of this week I'm now working out at Stamford Bridge as a postie. It's still busy but it's hella better than the central office. Everything's a bit strange at the moment, I'm so busy at work don't really have much time for anything else. This means I start to resent working. But then I couldn't live without the money it brings in, which adds a certain pressure and the age old struggle of balancing money and happiness starts all over again.
I'm slowly starting to get back into creative actions, there are one or two things approaching on the horizon.
