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24May08

I got home yesterday around 6:30 or so, Timo asked why I was home early, and I said something to the effect of being “indirectly forced to leave.” He thought I got fired. LOL.

I never thought it would be possible to have one thing happen that crushes a person’s motivation and inspiration.

For as long as I can remember now, I’ve had this “manic inspiration” condition where I don’t want to sleep, I’m always absorbing information, ideas, etc., and producing, essentially. And this morning I woke up at 9, wondering why I woke up after just 6 hours of sleep; I woke up again at 10 to Timo’s phone call; and again at 11, at which time I felt the onslaught of crushed motivation. Because clearly I was ready to wake up, but simply didn’t want to. Just laid around for an additional hour and a half.

I’m on a 72-hour strike against PowerPoint right now. Preventative meds, this is.

I’m spending today reading this book I bought a few years ago (I rarely ever finish books), about Art Direction, getting my focus reverted to the larger picture.

I’m going to be an Art Director, by the way. That’s what I want.

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