Some people were asking how I'm doing with the new job and all.
I have two songs that answer that question:
So, yeah, I won't last the month. Now that that's decided, maybe my stress level goes back to a point where I can write again. Right now, I'm too stressed and tired after that 9-hr day plus 2.5 hrs of commute.
Next time I tell people I'll never go back to journalism, I won't even be swayed by a "brilliant opportunity" or a decent-sized pay cheque.
In even more positive news - here's an interview about the biligualness of it all. :)