So, the last project sort of failed. I'd love to explain that part in detail, but due to a finger injury, I can't type all that well, so I'll try to keep this short. Its summer for me, woooo... I thought that getting a job would be awesome and stuff, cause, you know...Money. Its sweet. And a common artist stereotype is a starving one. Not one to bitch about it, cause I'm taken care of aswell as a cat in egypt. Its a personal freedom thing, you know. Need the money so I wouldn't feel like a leech. So. I'm not good at physical labour, last year worked at a construction company. That was. Eh...Tiresome. Then there was a factory job. Didn't last