Fuck it's 5:30 in the morning. Running out of gas at like 7pm and falling asleep has kinda fucked things up lately. Or maybe it's feeling like crap that makes me want to just go to bed and escape the world for a while. I guess it's a combination of both. I was supposed to meet up this weekend with this study buddy of mine from school like ten years ago . She's a prof now in Vancouver I think, or some school up in BC and she had done a post doc here in Berkeley for 2 years and I had no idea she was here. I just randomly looked her up the other day and when we emailed I found out she was gonna be here this weekend for some work stuff. So we planned on getting together and I thought it would fun, but I don't know it somehow didn't work out. Shame I was looking forward to it. Yeah so I had a lot of time this weekend to catch up on work which would have been a great thing except for when I'm depressed I end up doing nothing. I envy those unhealthy workaholics, at least they can get shit done.
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And I do talk to Lorelei a lot about shooting. The other photographers, I'm too nervous to talk to! I don't feel like I'm cool enough haha.
Afterall, your visit to the Genius Bar, and speaking to those labeled Geniuses, kind of proved everything but.