fixtures.
The amount of time it takes me to get my lens fixed is the amount of time I last worked in a dark room, either developing or printing pictures of developing crappy blue and red slides. That was three years ago. And it is my dad's fault. Because if he didn't force me to put it inside of a crappy, wobbly case in Taipei, everything would've been fine and it wouldn't have fallen out of the case when I opened it several minutes later and fall onto the hard floor. I still need to get the lens repaired or buy a new one and I have forgotten everything almost needs to know about dark rooms and not burning my hands with chemicals. I think the most annoying thing is, however, working in a public dark room. For the most part, I always put my prints face down in the chemicals, in all of the chemicals, for processing and yet someone always insists on flipping it over for my out of "courtesy", resulting in scratches and etcetera. Digital cameras suck. And yet I own one. And yet I still do not know how the hell to work with it.
A few minutes ago I was trying to see what was wrong with my printer and my left foot cramped on me. It is amazing how much pain it has when the pain is present but once the pain is gone, I simply forget about it. I no longer feel the pain. It is funny. Really, really funny. Like that one time I slipped and fell in San Francisco because cowboy boots aren't meant for walking on urban streets. I slipped and fell on my bum twice. In a row.