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Shit-quick-click update:

Up in Pennsylvania still. Sleep deprived, but is there any other way to be? Projects in the works. Interesting stuff developing. Feeling creative. Feeling inspired. Feeling... broke. Fuck. Someone want to give me a job? Before Federal Smile-And-Take-It-Like-A-Prison-Bitch day comes?

Yar, I hate the sea.

There is no scanner here, but there's one back home. I need to venture back there either today or tommorrow to pay bills, get my resume current and shiny, play a dickload of guitar, stratergize and sleep in a real bed for the first time in a week. All this and I'll not have a cute little cat in heat try to nurse on me or grind into my face while I'm sleeping.

The perks are what keep me interested.

Due to my keen foresight, most of the recent Scotland pictures are still undeveloped and shall remain so until later this week, whilst previous England and Scotland pictures are developed. One current roll was developed (my artsy graveyard at night roll) and of the 24 pictures on the roll, I got maybe three useable ones. Anyone who's ever done photography before will tell you that I'm running some seriously good odds there. However, some of the ones I'd hoped for did not come out, and that's a shame.

Mental note: Scotland in the winter is fucking dark. Bring 1600 speed film, not just 800.

Maybe I should sleep. It'd be nice. Then I can get up at 10, take a shower, drink some coffee...

And be molested by a cat.

Eat, drink, tip your waitress and thank you for buying American. Now fuck off.

With love.

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Pictures developed. Well, some.

Now, where'd I put that damn scanner...