The trouble with blogs is that employers and co-workers sometimes read them, and then things get very out of hand. (Not as though things haven’t already been out of hand.)
I’ve taken at least a dozen years off my life this summer. Last night was hell. So was the early part of this morning. I slept almost not at all, and was ill, delirious, and delusional through most of it. I can’t tell what was dream and what was real… but today has certainly been a story of the yesterday’s chickens coming home to today’s roost, from every direction. I blacked out most of yesterday afternoon and evening, but apparently I got on quite a tear.
How very responsible of me!
I want to be a photographer, but I probably won’t be.