Backlog Stress

I haven't written in ages. The reason primarily being I have been very productive and constructive at work and haven't wasted any time doing other mundane things. (I am not implying Blogging here by the way)
Then I'd think to myself that I will write over the weekend when I have absolutely no work to do and creative ideas will flow through my veins like blood and make its way through to the tips of my fingers which will then be in contact with the keyboard and ultimately appear as this wonderful blog post. Well I know now for sure that that never happens.
So today. Which is the end of my wasted weekend, I sit here two hours before my pre-planned bed time to finally get something out of my system.
Before I go on, I would like to announce the news about me discontinuing writing here from now on. Simply because I revealed too much about my workplace and my co-workers' names and also passing on this information to other fellow colleagues. So I no longer can pretend  to be an exciting and mysterious blogger who writes about obviously unnecessary things about people. That's also why I haven't been able to write.
Apart from that I also introduced some family members to this blog before I could even blossom into a witty, interesting and entertaining writer.
So that explains the shift.
Today I have had this innate, unbearable desire to get the fuck out of here and do something that doesn't involve spending 60 hours of work in the week glued to a seat, racking my brains to come up with one innovative and creative idea after another. I love my job. I really do. Sometimes though. Okay, most times I just wish I was working this hard in another city in another part of the world which is not as crowded and not as noisy. Where for a piece of peace and quiet, I didn't have to pay an exorbitant amount in a coffee shop. Where if I chose to go out for a walk, I didn't have to dread bumping into a million people on the way. Have my head saturated with a zillion sounds of automobiles and people fighting and yelling which mix ever so well with my own thoughts that I can't tell this from that.
I shouldn't be complaining and whining like the dog outside my building who sits quietly under a car and keeps howling. I love that dog though. It's like a budding, crooning Jeff Buckley waiting to be released.(No offense to you Sir, I absolutely love you) I mean I have everything one could possibly want or need. A great job, a decent house with a cozy room to myself, parents who are supportive and understanding, friends who I spend lots of time talking to on the phone and food, clothing etc. However, since I can't get everything I want or dream of the least I can do is complain right?
Yeah, whine on.