I did a shoot outside the other day. It was so cold. It turned my fingers purple and then I thought to myself, maybe I need to get some gloves and not just mittens but actual gloves that allow maximum finger dexterity. I've been shooting lots but have been posting naught. I'm working on my portfolio and may go blind soon just to have a break. However, it's all excellent.
This weekend, I'm going to be like Hermit and clean clean clean so that I don't have to study. Maybe I'll step outside to get the mail. But that's it! Also, to get the pizza, maybe. Oooh, lush.
Will be very awkward this weekend when
the Gremlin and her mother pack up her stuff this weekend. Or next weekend. We're not really sure if she understands what an eviction deadline is. Aye.
Guess what though: it is time to be like Hemingway once again and write a six word story.
Yellow flowers bit the big man.
K, your turn, please: