Excuses.
July 23, 2008
I have none. No excuses. I have not been hibernating. I did not take a trip to the North Pole. I am not bound and tied up somewhere.
I am just worn out (see Spade-ism #17).
At the beginning of this month, I opened my own company. Blue Media Boutique. An interactive agency that operates under a unique model. We keep the agency small, so our clients don’t incur ridiculous overhead fees. And then, we source our creatives from a mass of freelance and contract workers all over the world. People I have worked with over the past 15 years. Amazing people. Really creative creatives.
So, the new company thing had me slammed up against the wall for a few weeks. And last week, one of my projects, Needled, kept me slammed up against the window of a plane, as I flew to the west coast and back for a whirlwind video/tattoo/photo/tattoo/interviews/tattoo extravaganza with Marisa DiMattia—tattoo extraordinaire.
And then, to top it off, I got injured in Bootilicious Camp. I did something crazy to my lower back, which is apparently squeezing the nerve in my buttocks. I actually went for a buttocks massage to try and alleviate the pain, but alas, it has returned. So, I am off to the doctor on Thursday to see if he has any advice. In the meantime, I have been sitting on a variety of ice packs…all different shapes and sizes…I am trying to find the best fit for my buttocks.
So much for the no excuses thing, huh?
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