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I cleaned the cat litterbox in the bathroom, and the floor around it (mostly…) Now I’m winded, my head is pounding, and I feel like I just ran a block. Easily tired out or something… a bit dizzy, but when I sit down I feel fine. Oddness, I say. And my heart rate is up. All that, just from cleaning the litterbox and washing the floor a bit.

I’m thinking more about photography. I keep coming back to it, that and music. I went to school, though, where they taught me that music was the most unlikely career choice that a person could ever succeed at. Still and all, it’s incredibly enjoyable to get on stage and sing. I could get into doing that on a regular basis, maybe moreso if I didn’t have to try and flub my way through guitar along with it.

What I need to do is find someone willing to pay to put me through photography school, (sponsorship) and then hand me a job when I walk out. That would be neat. Not all that realistic, of course… but neat.

In the meantime, I’ll dream of Hasselblad, and figure out how to use my Canon Rebel better.