Facing the end of my term of government service is really a b!tch. I have to consider once again whether I'm competent to suppport myself with creative work in any medium. Ego gets all tied up in that. Then I have to wonder whether I will go berserk supporting myself creatively rather than using creativity as an outlet and mirror for the rest of my life. And if I choose that route, I wonder once again if I'm well-socialized enough as a human being to survive in any other workplace. All this was easy to ignore when I still had a few months of service left and a tedious worklife to transfer all of my negativity onto.

I do have pictures from Death Valley now, so I'm posting, but otherwise it strikes me that blogging is utter m4sturbation, and I plan to give it a rest.