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Little and a Lot.

I'm quite stressed. Don't ask me what about. There's no one to ask, but regardless, don't. My head is so full of heat and frustration, like a tiny string threatening to snap, only to humiliate my character in the worst way possible.

I didn't do that. Three days ago, I bought ice cream, put it in the freezer, and forgot all about it. I love forgetting sometimes. Birthdays, not so much. But ice cream, I will forever.

I love forgetting that we get ice cream on Fridays in the mess. I let myself forget to reserve that surprise and the joy. It alleviates me of any stress.

Just that thin layer of chocolate cracking at the smallest pressure of my teeth, digging into the vanilla ice cream and tasting it. My brain is still overheating, but my mouth is cool. I can stay semi-levelheaded. Not that I need ice cream to stay sane, but it sure helps.

I'm still pissed off, but something about the small things, the simple things, the sweet things, changes my mood in an instant. I have about eight minutes to publish this, and I quite honestly don't have much to say. I got another opportunity to work on a poster with my friend, and we were working on it and still are.

It's quite complex juggling each other's interests, fonts for one, then conceptual ideas too. But for the most part, it's been nice. It's nice to see the different perspectives we have. The inches off the border, and how they are fine with a certain amount while I am not. It seems so little, but it's a lot.

Most of the designing is intuitive; it's just about what feels right, kind of like how grammar is to me. I am rambling away for the sake of consistency, which brings us to the topic of quantity and quality, which perhaps I will talk about in the next blog. Goodbye.

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