One of the problems with having an employer is that there's 8 hours (10 if you count the commute) that you can't really blog about. Of course, sometimes work can put you off writing at all. Then there's the moaniness. I mean if I sat down to write I could probably moan for Ireland this year but somehow I'm beginning to get the feeling that that would be counter-productive. It's unlikely to be particularly cathartic either; seeing that whinging in 10 pt Helvetica is likely looking in the mirror on a grizzly day.
Perhaps a good look in the grizzly mirror might just snap me out of it - y'know to show me that I need an emotional shower & shave.
Wow! That is a lame metaphor. Really
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