I hate days like that; nothing to do, then no time to do the things you want to do when you finally get the free time.

There’s nothing worse than all the time in the world tied to something boring, followed by all your free time chewed up by circumstance.

The frustration is real.

Target: 400 words
Written: 288 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Practicing Mind, Thomas Sterner (everything The Power Of Now should have been, without Tolle's excessive ego and messiah complex - simple, humble and practical - I get the same feeling out of this as I do the Tao Te Ching; they now occupy spots next to each other on the shelf)
Comics: The Wake 9-10, Punk Rock Jesus 1-2 (fuck yeah)
Music: Kill Kill Kill, Anti-Flag