I like to make things.
But I never do.
That is how this blog starts. With a very plain, and no way unique, confession that I am lazy. I am preoccupied. I am too tired to work on that now. And I have wine and HBO.
But "making stuff" makes me happy. Sometimes happier than True Blood reruns. Though not always. (Last night Alcide was half naked wrestling with a she-wolf in a barn. Epic.)
Anyway, here's to making time for making stuff.
May the upcoming months be filled with fully conceived inspiration and nary a trip to the ER.
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