Sometimes I think that I would like to have a day off or not have anything to do so I could just relax.
Who am I kidding.
Since I was 7 years old I have been working.
I am a working man.
I love to work. It keeps me busy and it helps me progress and I just love it.
I do enjoy time off but only when my friends are around and we have fun things to do. If they are not around and I am by myself, then I would rather be working. That is not a lie. I know, sounds crazy. It is crazy. But I just came to this revelation yesterday. I love to work. I am working feverishly of two films right now and working 20-30 hrs at my real job that I actually get paid at the gardens.
I keep asking for more hours and part of my mind is like, "Hey, Travis, you are booking yourself too tight. You won't have any time to rest." And the other part, the working part, responds, "Travis, you know that if you were not working you would be at home trying to either find more work to do or sitting and watching your roommate play Zelda like he is every time I come home (it is kind of strange)."
So, Becky gone = more work to do to fill up time.
Thanks work for helping me pass the time.