The last thing I think of before going to be will be toilet partitions, the first thought in the morning will be about toilet accessories. This will happen often. Weekly.

I will spend an inordinate amount of time working on something that very few people care about, including my clients.

I will find myself sexually aroused by board-formed concrete. daily. right now actually.

I will never be able to experience a space. I will only be able to analyze a space, critic it, study it, borrow ideas from it.

I will eat, sleep, and breathe architecture, and I will gain weight.

I will dress like an angst-ridden mortician.

All of my work will fall short of my ideas.

Most of my day to day activities will be more tedious than creative. I’ll call the tedious parts a “craft”.

My back will hurt, my shoulders will lower, from the weight of carrying my lofty ideals.

I will have a strong preference for a specific brand of pen. I’ll buy them by the box.

I will have a favorite triangle.

I will be called to the job site by contractors to be simultaneously blamed for something that went wrong while being expected to solve the problem.

I will often choose between being right, and being finished, which is a more difficult decision than you might think.

I will draw something that can’t be built and then blame the contractor for building it wrong.

I will draw something that certainly can be built and then blame the contractor for building it the way he always builds it.

My friends will all be architects. All of them.

I will stay up late working on a project, not because I don’t have enough time during the day, but because I want to spend more time on it to perfect it.

I will be able to design a house in 3 hours. It will be total crap though.

I will care about the profile of door and window casings. I will care about it a great deal.

I will be responsible for people’s safety and well-being.

I will be charged with upholding a building code that was most likely written by a committee of disgruntled politicians driven by a desire to protect property values.

I will have control over almost none of the forces that shape our communities. But I will want control of them.

When young, I will wear black because it reflects my minimalist aesthetic sensibilities. When older, I will wear black because it is slimming and hides my overweight ass better.

I will never retire. But I will tire.