Wait…in SF??? DID I JUST INTERVIEW YOU???
Just finished another interview.
I’m so sick of doing these. I hate it.
I'm the American dream, an architect in training, working the grave yard shift as an operator at a hospital to pay the bills and keep the family afloat. I like to think I'm playing the main role in a movie scripted to follow the pursuit of my success. Ironically, my character's main obstacle concentrates on the overwhelming amount of self destruction he is embedded with. I'm just a cynical storm wandering the desensitized avenues of the web.
My Tumblr timing is impeccable. I always seem to check in on my dash when something interesting is developing.
This week has been terrible. I haven’t slept normal since November. I have had the most vivid dreams as of late and they wake me in cold sweats practically every night.