Work on Alvin ramped up its hours, consuming most of my time. That, combined with a side project that I became part off, ensures I will not be standing still for quite some time. As of now its 12:48, and I feel ruined. But there are many things other than work on my plate. Like collecting my portfolio together for the coming job hunt after Rhythm has its way with me, and also the reconstruction of my website. For reasons unknown, my website looks broken on my computer, missing images.... Do not misunderstand me, these are things I WANT TO DO. But things are creeping toward a climax, and me and anxiety are drinking buddies, so working myself to death is the first logical choice.