JOURNALS

Today started with that weird blend of intention and reality; you know, one of those days where you're ready to take on the world... or at least a significant chunk of the inbox before getting nobly side-tracked by cyber adventures in Cyberpunk 2077. It's Tuesday, which in my world means a realistically optimistic list of things to do - Get through my emails and nail those script outlines. Little did I know, family commitments and virtual dystopias had other plans.

By the time I hit the old studio at 08:56, I was fooling no one. Emails, like untamed beasts, awaited. Fast forward to 10:23, and there I was, still at it, battling the never-ending hydra of my inbox. I'd started the day with dreams of taking on creative code and pioneering scripts but found myself deep in email admin by lunch.

A HUGE break in the middle of the day did wonders, though. Not for productivity, per se, but for my sanity. Let's call it an extended tactical retreat from the frontlines of admin. Despite that, diving back into the fray around 14:31 didn't bring me any closer to the script outlines.

The latter part of the day morphed into a culinary quest - from cooking dinner around 18:32 to wrestling with technology waiting for the email server to resurrect. By 20:12, feeling like a character in one of my own unwritten plots, I forged ahead into the newsletters.

By 21:50, having finally caught up with the newsletters' backlog, a small victory was found amongst the chaos.

Reflecting on the day's goals... well, emails? Vanquished. Script outlines? Tomorrow, my old friend, we meet again. It's funny how days like this unfold. One minute you're gearing up to unleash your creative might upon the world, the next you're knee-deep in admin, culinary escapades and getting schooled by your own procrastination.

The unexpected mid-day detour threw a spanner in the works, or rather, replaced my pen with a joystick and steering wheel through the neon streets of Night City. Balancing between the digital dystopia and the to-do list was an... interesting juggle. At least there was some semblance of relaxation amidst the digital chaos.

I guess today was a gentle reminder that even the best-laid plans can veer off into uncharted territories. A minor expedition into the wilds of family obligations unexpectedly capsized the day’s itinerary - proving that flexibility isn't just advisable; it's necessary.

So here we are, end of the day, not quite where we thought we'd be. Emails cleared, sure, but the creative cliffs of scripting remain uncharted. Tomorrow beckons with promises of script outlines and, hopefully, fewer emails. But then, as today has shown, you never quite know where a day might take you. And maybe that’s okay.