I have been feeling burned out with life, nothing dramatic or too earth shattering. I have been confused as to why I am so tired and why my motivation to do anything involving walking or gym work. Even now just sitting here at the computer missing my A key now I feel my back tighten and my irritation growing about the key and how I have been missing out by falling asleep early. At work I have been keeping a blank piece of paper by my desk and have been jotting down ideas for projects and how I want to make short little Flip camera films to secretly upload somewhere and maybe cherish a comment or two. As for work there is no help in sight, only more cases and more suggested volunteering. But I tell you work is good in that it helps this boy day dream of all the great work and project he would be getting done if it wasn’t for holding down the steady J.
But I do not want to be a ole negative ninny, gotta have a hope spot now and then no matter what the size. Lately I have been immersed in the fine card board art of cards again. I often worry about this blog just becoming all about cards and I constantly worry about being too much of a Cardboard Gods rip off. Honestly I thought a long time about writing about the cards I loved when I was a kid. What I have found is that like most of my interests my uh hmm fellow collectors seem to be into complaining and more complaining.