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I'm not sure if it's depression or what, but I haven't cared for much lately. I'm sick of complaining about work. I'm sick about complaining about people. And I'm terribly sick of complaining about complaining. Lately all I've cared to think about is disappearing. Entirely. Although, I'd settle for moving somewhere far. A friend wants to move to San Francisco once she gets out of college, and we talked about sharing a place. I may take her up on it.

I just feel like I need to get out.

I've also been reading a lot. Mainly brainy stuff by Steven Pinker and Richard Dawkins. Although my next books are: "Boneshaker", "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", and "Neuromancer". I also bought "The Dark Elf Trilogy" for my cousin... but it's an autographed version and I wanted to read it again, so I decided to keep it.

Hmm what else... I've been on a few dates with a young lady and I can't tell if she's uninterested, or just not used to dating. It doesn't help that I'm incredibly self-doubting... Maybe it's because we don't have too much in common. Although my biggest fear is that I've become far too apathetic towards everyone, that I can no longer feel emotional towards anyone. I hope that isn't the case.

Anyway, I have some ideas for photo shoots and I plan on making some sets in my backyard. Two walls and a floor, made in a way that can be torn down easily and transported. Ambitious plan, but I think it'll be fun and hopefully get me out of this creative rut.

All for now!

Tony: Hey, boss! C'mere! Sun-Up is the worst horse on the track!
Dr. Hackenbush: I notice he wins all the time.
Tony: Aw, just because he comes in first.