It’s been a few days since I last allocated some time to write, which is typically something that I’m not a fan of doing. But things have been busy at work, and even busier at the house, so I haven’t really had a nice chunk of time in which I could throw down some words, much less dick around on the internet to look for things to write about, or even glance at social media.
Being an adult sucks and is depressing, and I very much dislike this feeling of not feeling at home no matter where I am currently. But like all adverse weather, this storm too shall pass, and eventually things will get back up to a more satisfactory par. But first, I wish everyone around me at work weren’t sick and carrying the plague into the workplace and I feel like I should propagate Asian stereotypes and start showing up with a surgical mask on, because I actually value my health and have consideration to stay away.
Anyway, when I want to get back into the swing of the written word, I tend to go for low-hanging fruit or easy fluffy things to help jog the mind and the typing into a groove. And there’s no better things for me to get fascination out of, than trucks full of interesting contents, crashing all over Atlanta highways.