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When I left Monterey I was a much different person. Ever though Monterey is only like a hour and a half or two hours farther south than I usually end up if I'm making a pilgrimage to the bay area, for some reason it took me an additional four hours. I left around 4pm and pulled into my home sweet home around 8am. It was like the more I wanted to stop the harder I tried to keep going. After sixteen hours on the road I was feeling crazy.
I'm still feeling pretty crazy actually. I haven't been sleeping well since. I have to try to pull it together. There's a lot of work that I need to do. Maybe I'll just go see a movie. I wish I could talk about how I really feeling right now. I can't find the words. I picked up some tequila it may as well be a lawn ornament. Poor lonley bottle.
I went to Mt Tabor on Sunday and took some pictures. That was fun. That's what I should do with my time. I should bust out the tripod. If I can't sleep I may as well be doing something. I should just fucking canvas the entire city in one night. Shoot everything that moves in sepia just to be a dick. Just to say, "fuck you" to color and "fix that in Photoshop you bastards!" I shouldn't be left alone. I'm too other directed to really be alone for any length of time. I should get a job as a butler. I would be an awesome butler.