Here's something about designing a book cover. It's not designing a book cover. It's designing twenty and killing off nineteen so that one may live.

I'm dead buried in work. Work begets more work. And unending avalanche of work.
Wow, look at me. Sitting in an air-conditioned office all day long and clicking my mouse furiously going, "Man, this is hard work" when some Cambodian kid is probably walking a few kilometres through a lethal mangrove swap to fetch water from a well surrounded by crocodiles just to get enough water to cook his rice for the day. Argh, first world problems.

I got a box of of socks for my birthday. And 6 packets of Milo. And a partridge in a pear tree.