Urgh. Currently having a bad case of the sniffles and the kind of cough that gets worse the more you wish it'd go away.

Reading Joe Hill's Heart Shaped Box.. kinda knew the outline of the plot before I picked it up in the library, but was a bit surprised to find the main character is the fictional frontman of a heavy metal band. Crazed fans, drugs, goth girlfriends, endless tours... strangely comforting.

So far, plans are still on track. Work is gathering steam; picking up new processing techniques.

Sometimes I think I shouldn't even think about whining about the job. No deadlines, and work remains in the office. Yes, the hours can be long, and there's the menial aspect of it - but it's such a relatively stress-free life.

Stress-free but ultimately stagnant.

I think I should try shooting something humanitarian someday. The whole human condition routine. If you saw a bum sleeping on the street, would you go adjust his collar a little bit, so that you could get a better picture? I wouldn't. What a morally obscene thing to do. Right. And here I am getting self-righteous. Pfft.

Felt a bit nauseated observing how things went today. Maybe this is envy.