I've worked 22 hours, I think, in the last 2 days and i'm going back
to the restaurant tonight for more. This is supposed to pay off soon,
but apparently not yet.

The last two weeks have not felt like two weeks. Partly because of the
change in work schedule and also because of the new commitment to make
more (good) friends and shoot more (good and bad) pictures.

In some sense, I've achieved more in the last 2 weeks than I did in
the last 8 months as far as creative/social productivity. I feel
myself growing more and more responsible for accomplishing greater
things. It's scary because, as life goes, it could all collapse at any
time. But now I realize paralysis is a thousand thousand times worse
than failure. So i prefer to press on.

The impossible is beginning to unfold and I see it's just a matter of
time and sweat. A lot of time, actually, and even more sweat.

It's some strange form of exciting, perilous, and wonderful stress.