Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I'm going at a relatively extreme pace, hitting life as hard as I can with undaunted persistance. Things are going along nicely, the business opening with a minimal amount of capital investment or headache, but it still feels gross to work 16 hours and, in lieu of being paid for it, have spent a thousand dollars instead. I realise that I will see all this money back and more, but it will really be nice to actually start getting revenue.

Angus is being a sweetheart, helping me out today out of the goodness of his own heart. We're going to be making tables, one of the last capital investments I need to buy into, and I'm pretty sure part of his desire to help out comes from being able to build some cool shit without paying for materials. However, donating a day of his life is no small gift, and I treasure it.

I feel a bit in an emotional funk. It isn't getting in the way at all, it just... exists... I'm sure you've noticed.

Written On: Mother's Computer
Currently Eating: Grapefruit