Stress in the workplace.

I could have never guessed just how stressful putting up your own, albeit highly improvised, website could be. Sure its just a series of connected blogs which are largely automatically created but my god its tricky.

Admittedly, most of the stress comes more from my computer than the site. You see, poverty has limited me to 56K internet and a lifetime of piracy and porn has torn my computer asunder. Just about every click renders my comp motionless for a minimum of a minute. Often times selecting a new tool in my photo editor leaves me staring at a white screen and fighting the urge to cry.

I've broken more things in the week or so this site has been up than I have in 21 years of clumsy existence.

But I'll be damned if I'm going to quit. I don't care that 1 blog takes an entire days of work at best and that I'm actually not that funny. This is my dream. I've wanted to do this since my first trip through the intertubes.

I will keep Florida's Finest going until I die. Which at this rate will probably be in a couple of weeks.

With love, Buddy Jolly.