Daytime job as a web designer.

Part-time job as a translator.

Two courses on two different universities.

Personal life.

Social life.

Wait, did I say social life? Does staying at a coffee shop to plug your laptop in to work half the time be considered as that?

NO, I am not complaining because I dig this kind of life. I am just posting this entry to release a bit of that ever-so-loved stress because 50 hours in a day doesn't sound so bad.

The pen I have been using to write things on different sets of checklists and for drawing storyboards has run out of ink, so I took a break and decided to write a short entry about my day.

Well, when the courses are done (and if I do end up submitting projects completely), I am going to sleep like a bear in the summer!

Make the next order a double shot of espresso, please.

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In my line of job, or at least with the tempo I work in (PLUS the amount of bills I need to pay for), I usually hold down a day job with freelance projects on the side.Daytime disappears as quickly as night time.

Before I know it, I've breezed through several sunrises and sunsets and losing count of all of them.

Most of the time, it is just me and my computer in the middle of the home office. I type in what it needs to do, and it happens. It's quite a one-way street, and it is definitely not healthy. Hence, the several blogs that I am able to maintain for some years now: this, about my personal thoughts, food, culture and travel, my dog, my running activities, and other things. I still have about a couple more "rant blogs", which I will never publicize under my name.

It is unhealthy because I believe that I should be spending more time conversing with people, with friends, with families, instead of sitting in front of the computer all the time. It is healthier that way, but who am I kidding? I love my job, and I love what I do. I am a workaholic.

But while taking pauses and trying to figure out a solution for a problem with certain projects I need to work on, there is that silence.

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No matter how much people you are surrounded with, or the amount of humans or animals you get to interact with for running errands and taking care of responsibilities, it would just be you and yourself at the end of the day. 

After several nights of staying awake to meet deadlines and when you are able to finally lay down to sleep, when you switch off the lights and feel the pillow on the side of your head, it is just really you that is left in the middle of this darkness.

What else are you then left to deal with?

With the beast inside,
there’s nowhere we can hide.
- "Demons", Imagine Dragons

I love trains, and I would prefer traveling by train to a destination if I were given a choice, especially during those times that I need to arrive at a city that takes a few hours to get to. Because of this, I've had several experiences when it comes to traveling by train, throughout different seasons and hours.

For example, have you ever tried standing next to the sliding door of an old train during a snowstorm and while in transit?

Traveling in an old train feels like it will explode and just fall apart at any given time. The snow starts to look like electricity passing from the top to the bottom part of the window of a black screen.

It only looks like this on a small window, of course, and only by the area near the window of the door, nowhere else.

The view is different on the other areas of the train, yes.

I would also be able to ride on modern trains, where the chairs are more spacious and relaxing, you could even charge your mobile phone and laptops via sockets under the tables or seats.

I usually ride the train a little after 6:30 am. The irony is that I do, sometimes, get a good seat, try to sleep, and actually succeed in doing so, but I never thought anybody would be so alive and talking out loud right before 7am.

Boy, was I wrong. There goes my sleep.