One day I'll get over the fantasy of imagining my life where I'm not working all the time. "Oh, after grad school" I thought, "things'll settle down a little." Needless to say, they didn't, and my passing fantasy of settling down into a full-time job and having time to catch up on reading, sleep, and other leisure activities remains strictly in the depths of my imagination.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I do this to myself. I load myself up with projects, side-gigs, and little one-offs that always seem to spiral out into ever increasing workloads. But hey, I'm a New Yorker, we all work too much. And ugh, my job. After my boss died suddenly a few years back three of us decided we were going to take over and try to make something bigger and better than what came before. And we’re going for it, new business plan and pitch deck. Reaching out to all our old clients to make sure they know we’re still around. Currently we’re working on new branding and website presences. The works.

And do I relax in my spare time? No, of course not. I spend most nights obsessing over home-made ice cream flavors and making minor adjustments until they’re perfect. Honestly, I'm not sure I can keep going at this pace.

But hopefully that's where you come in. It’s been…far too long since I’ve had any quality time in the company of a lovely woman. I've been on the road for two weeks and I just can't keep going at this rate. I'd love for someone to grab a drink at the hotel bar and see where things go!

So if any of this appeals to you, or you want to tell me I'm a horrible person, or have tips on how to make a more convincing post, or are bored, or want to talk about your favorite 19th century poem, or you want to help me practice my Swedish, please don't hesitate to shoot me a message.