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Sadness...my little skink died this morning...in my hand. Poor thing...oh well, I tried. Back to just having my fish now.
In other news, last night I went for my first session with the photographer. It was very...interesting. He wanted me to convey "frustration" in the pictures. He bound my hands in copper wire and the idea was to look like I was trying to get out of my bonds. I was there for 80 minutes or so, and I rather like the way certain pics turned out.
And oh yeah, had a visitor at work...Phillip...no, not asshole Phillip...sweet Phillip (I guess he spells his name with two Ls). He stood at my register for a half hour and we talked until my shift ended...and when I had a customer, he just stepped aside and returned when I had finished with him/her. Talking with him did manage to upset me a little...I had expected as much. If you push something to the furthest reaches of your mind, and leave it there with intentions of forgetting it altogether...when something comes along (a stimulus) that reminds of you what your supposed to forget, all those memories come back out of isolation...yeah, it's a case of conditioning. Even the simplest of things will do...my heartbeat still quickens to see a certain type of car: Cavalier, maroon T-Bird, grey Saturn...you get the picture.
In other news, last night I went for my first session with the photographer. It was very...interesting. He wanted me to convey "frustration" in the pictures. He bound my hands in copper wire and the idea was to look like I was trying to get out of my bonds. I was there for 80 minutes or so, and I rather like the way certain pics turned out.
And oh yeah, had a visitor at work...Phillip...no, not asshole Phillip...sweet Phillip (I guess he spells his name with two Ls). He stood at my register for a half hour and we talked until my shift ended...and when I had a customer, he just stepped aside and returned when I had finished with him/her. Talking with him did manage to upset me a little...I had expected as much. If you push something to the furthest reaches of your mind, and leave it there with intentions of forgetting it altogether...when something comes along (a stimulus) that reminds of you what your supposed to forget, all those memories come back out of isolation...yeah, it's a case of conditioning. Even the simplest of things will do...my heartbeat still quickens to see a certain type of car: Cavalier, maroon T-Bird, grey Saturn...you get the picture.