my saturday night was terribly exciting. i spent almost 9 hours on my ass working for a client's website, and i'm only halfway done. yay. pfft. sometimes i wonder if i should question my (sporadic) work ethic, and accuse myself of not working smarter. citibank whore during the weekday, weekends doing freelance design. what i'd give to have my own hours! i like working, but i need to sleep through the mornings dammit! i like being busy.. but i also like not doing jack. i am paul, but sometimes i am lovine.