Little Time and Less Time Now

God help us and tell me that I'm wrong, but doesn't it bother anyone else that we all have little time and less time now?

I spent time today folding corrugated flaps of cardboard like a wizard.  I have all the inconsequential scratches and gouges on the inside of my forearms to prove it.  

Oddly enough, while socializing after work, a friend called me out on a bruise on my arm that I couldn't explain.  I apologized.  At the same time, I wondered if I could intrigue her with all the nicks and scoops I had on my arms as well.  

The moment passed.  

Here's my problem: I don't hold to the modern social norms that physical work is dirty work.

Here's my other problem: I don't have a good enough set of skills yet to make physical work profitable.  I need a trade.

Here's my other other problem: I don't have the patience to learn a real trade...  I might have to become, yeesh, an artist...  Whatever the fuck that means...