sometimes when i am up this late working on ridiculous projects i can’t help but to think that life is too short to be playing this silly game. then, because it is so late, i begin to think, “can you fool a palm reader by injecting your hands with botox?”
i guess you just have to ask the big questions and hope that on your death bed you don’t regret sitting at a desk and staring at a little box for a huge chunk of your life…
here’s some stress relief
