The net seems stable enough, but I don’t trust it, not one little bit.
I went to a tea shop today. I want to work there. It would be nice. (I nearly said tea-riffic, then cringed at the concept and nearly slapped myself.) At any rate, I want to work there. I like tea. I like the beach. I like tea in the beach.
I was thinking about going out to take some pictures in the ravine today, but didn’t really have the energy to. That, and the fact that I don’t know when I’ll be able to get my film collection developed – which only serves to make me not want to take any more pictures. Frustration. I live for it.
There are many things going on in my mind, but none of them come to the surface when I’m at the computer. So be it.