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I came home from work early. Why? Because I was ill. As in, not focusing. As in, bored out of my skull.
I've been listening to my new Bob Marley CD basically on repeat since yesterday morning. Last night I went to Robert's house and watched School of Rock - then caught the 75 and got off at Division on accident. So I walked home from there. Barefoot. With Bob Marley playing out of my headphones down around my neck on high volume, taking pictures of pretty things in the dark. Some of them turned out alright.
I felt like a pilgrim of some sort. I found a stick of bamboo somewhere and slung my shoes over that over my shoulder, and it only added to the effect.
At one point, I had to make a decision about which way to go. Big split in the universe. And I think I made the right choice, because a few blocks later I was surrounded by beautiful things and I felt this surge of euphoria and I just had to take pictures of *everything.* It was awesome. I'm not sure what this decision was on any higher scale than which road to take, but it seemed significant.
No, I'm not considering dreading my hair. ... Much.
I've been listening to my new Bob Marley CD basically on repeat since yesterday morning. Last night I went to Robert's house and watched School of Rock - then caught the 75 and got off at Division on accident. So I walked home from there. Barefoot. With Bob Marley playing out of my headphones down around my neck on high volume, taking pictures of pretty things in the dark. Some of them turned out alright.
I felt like a pilgrim of some sort. I found a stick of bamboo somewhere and slung my shoes over that over my shoulder, and it only added to the effect.
At one point, I had to make a decision about which way to go. Big split in the universe. And I think I made the right choice, because a few blocks later I was surrounded by beautiful things and I felt this surge of euphoria and I just had to take pictures of *everything.* It was awesome. I'm not sure what this decision was on any higher scale than which road to take, but it seemed significant.
No, I'm not considering dreading my hair. ... Much.