I've had plenty of time to reflect on my state of affairs on my early morning commutes to work for the last few months. Two hours a day stuck on a rocketing fart box with contemptible excuses for people pretty much forces you into your own world and when I'm not reading I just kinda think about shit.

Man this is so deep already.

As I said in my last blog, things are going quite well. I'm training as a quantity surveyor and I genuinely feel like I'm starting to give...