box on

Its vague but I can tell you it's compromise city out here.
No time and place for the sulk pants - it's my own fault!

To tell the truth, I enjoy the frantic spells of having a plan and watching it gradually deviate under the, "there's no time!" voice. 

That voice is full of surprises.

 Such as, I didn't realise with all my love of nature I'd be making a white box. aw shiat...