Doesn't It
Nasty day. Tired: body turned to lead, tired; mind on numb, tired; let's go home and never come back, tired. That sort of tired. Now I'm home and feeling better. What was it that makes us get up go to work in the first place? Ah, yes. That. Well, what the hell. Let's pour another whiskey and think about the evening. No way I'm going out, you understand, but that has nothing to do with the day. I hardly ever go out in the evening unless it's for a drink on the veranda.
Drifting, drifting. We are drifting.
True, true. Tomorrow's a Friday before a three day weekend with not one, but two Carnaval parades to be covered. I will know more about my state of mind on Tuesday. Did I attend? Did I shoot any pictures? I can feel the excitement building as I approach the answer. Meanwhile I'm going to watch my Chinese Kung Fu series tonight and take care of business.
Still no sign of the lens I ordered, well, that I back ordered over a week ago. The guy thought some might arrive last week, but no guarantees. I had them ship it surface, my guess is three or four days shipping after it arrives at their shop. Could be coming as I write. More excitement. It's almost breathtaking and it's only Thursday.
You're waiting somewhat breathlessly on another lens, but you're not taking any pictures?
I'm treading water, but I'm feeling something is about to happen. The Sarah Polley character carried a camera for months before she shot her first picture in Guinevere. I may carry a camera through the entire Millenium without shooting another picture as long as I feel one coming. I might not find any inspiration anymore in Carnaval, although I can't imagine why I'd lose my delight in shooting ladies in skimpy costume. Some things, one hopes, are forever.
You really are tired.
It does have that ring to it, now, doesn't it.
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