Dirty Hands and a Shovel.

I’m digging for the roots of all my evils.

Showfolk.

I just got home after working at an arts and crafts show. The show lasted three days. I am so grateful to be home, all I could think about the entire time whilst I was there was how I just wanted to be put out of my misery. I tried to embrace the moment and make the most of it but it was fucking dull and simply so awful that no amount of positive thinking could turn the environment in to a brighter place. Most of the customers were either really old or fucking annoying; I simply could not be assed to deal with anybody. When I started this job I got a buzz when I sold things, now my buzz is pure insanity. I get ridiculously hyper, I laugh a lot and passers by think I am nuts. They are rite.  I need to go and listen to some really loud music now and release some serious amounts of stored energy.