Sometimes I wonder if I do have all the time in the world. I sit here telling myself that age is nothing but the number of years, days, hours, minutes since you were born and that hopefully I'll live beyond my expected years to get everything I want done in my life. Yet since the age of irresponsibility, late nights and dreams.. I realize that the past few years have gone so quickly it almost seems as if it were all a dream itself. So time to re-prioritize and get my shit together this time around I guess! I haven't worked on any literature pieces lately.. and I can't work on my art since all my stuff is back in NY.. rotting away! :/ totally a bummer. I've been trying to do some better illustration work, but honestly, I just don't have it. It's too basic, unrefined, whatever. So I figure I guess it's time to break away from that for awhile and start writing again.