Lately I’ve been spending almost every spare minute of the day and night where I’m not working, either on the couch or in bed with the blinds drawn in partial darkness. Although it sounds like it, I haven’t developed a chronic illness.
I’m just super busy working late and weekends which means that for the 10% of my week where I’m not working, my brain is also not working and I’m allowed to be a lazy, couch sitting, pizza wearing, pyjama eating slob. Wait did I say that right?
That means that unfortunately my time spent in and around the blogosphere has become a bit more erratic than it used to. Quality over quantity right? Or at least above average.
That’s what I’m telling myself anyway. Either that or you’d be getting outfit of the day posts of all the track pants I own…
And they’re not the fashion type.
It’s officially the weekend.
I’m trying to get to sleep, and all I can think about is when I road tripped from LA to Vegas, back to LA and then to San Fran up the Pacific Coast Highway.
One of the very first photos I took was on the highway between LA and Vegas. We were following this cool metallic truck and for some reason, it’s one of my favourite photos of the entire trip, taken through the windscreen of a Ford something something.
Take me back so I can ride that highway one more time.
This is where I could insert a sappy “life” quote, but instead, I’m just going to make the rest of you suffer by mentioning the song “Life is a Highway”, which has been stuck in my head since I started looking at this photo.