Holy fucking shit. Working from home has taken a dump on my art throughput.

I've spent my whole professional life trying to keep work and home separated as much as possible. That way, my work headspace and home headspace (which are two very different things) can be kept pure.

This week, I tele-worked all week. As a result, my home space became my work space and the two worlds have polluted the shit out of each other. It kinda validates why I tried to keep them separate.

For perspective, I know that there's a lot of people who have it a lot worse off than I do, so I'm not grubbing for anyone's sympathy. That would be fatally ignorant. All I'm saying is that I'm gonna need to figure out how to build at-home barriers that allow me to succeed at both my totally legitimate job and my totally not-legitimate love for raunchy cartoon animal people.