masochists

Brain aneurisms are fun. We have to convince ourselves of that or we're not going to make it. All that work and all those all-nighters. And you're still not in love with the work. My eternal optimism is keeping me afloat. I am blindly lending my faith to those that tell me that one day the heavens (or whatever you believe in) will open up and you'll see the light. But until then, this is a dark, dark time in our lives. I'm sticking to the law of averages theory. If you have a hundred ideas, at least 5 of them have to be decent. Is that margin too narrow? Should I check my numbers and break out the abacus? I'm nervous.