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The Vernal Equinox is all about change – specifically the change in seasons, this I know.
I skipped Pi Day because I had another “wake at 330am for no fucking reason” day yesterday, and was so tired all day that I couldn’t focus on anything other than the crap I had to do.
It’s nice to see you from this side!
Usually if I see 4am it’s a decadent night of drinking or whatever, but today it was because I woke up at 330 and couldn’t get back to sleep for some reason.
Well, not really, but that was one of the plans that fell through this weekend.
BootieLA was fun, though, and although I haven’t been in months, I fell right back into the tasty routine of dancing and being generally irresponsible.
Mostly because I’m already thinking about the things that’ll be happening and that I have to do in the new year, but also partially because I’m actually working this week, which I find strange.
I’m getting (mentally) ready for East Coast October!
Wednesday, though, I had a shoot for BRANDED, which was cool, and although I haven’t had time to work on Monday’s images yet, I’d rather have too many images than not enough, you know?
Monday was my day in San Diego to shoot for Branded.
Casey has streaming, and what’s more, her account is set up on the XBox or the PS3 or whatever we use to stream from Netflix.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve been in one of those situations where I have so much to do that I literally have no idea where to start, so of course, I haven’t been doing anything.
Yo.
The fam was here all weekend (Thursday – Monday, and if that ain’t what weekends are in the summertime, I’ll be your aunt Fanny), so I was offline for yet another few days.
First, I decided to do a book review post on the forum, the link to which is right there.
I also tossed a jalapeno into some dirt yesterday and Casey and I repeated our tomato planting from a few years back.
So, this isn’t a travel note so much as a musing on how immensely, impractically, numbingly, earth-shakingly stupid your dear old skipper is.
So, I’m allergic to dust.
Fuck.
The allergist gave me that “80 pricks” test or whatever, and dust (dust mites) were far and away the biggest thing on my arm, followed by feathers, something else, and cats.
