I am sitting this writing on the bathroom floor.

The other day we came upon an irony of modern society; the only place someone can be alone and think is on their toilet.

For me it's because its the only place I can hijack internet. But c'mon, we all know like three other people who do their best work in here.

Although I feel slightly claustrophobic. And my back hurts. Hopefully AT&T will get their act together and finally figure out what's wrong with my internet (not likely).

Been a nervous time around here, my friends and I have been finishing what we consider our first worthy projects, like when Michaelangelo quit burning his sketches and went out into the world. Tough to believe how fast it zooms by. I already miss our first gleefully anxious discussions we when we started piecing together our concepts.

But I guess the next step is having those mystical conversations with the people around us that haven't been co-opted yet. My spirit feels a little lighter each time.

Life has never been more stale, nor more exciting. It's tragic, but beautiful. I'm watching childhood burn away.