My hands smell like basil and garlic. It’s making me hungry.
It’s a little depressing that I’ve offered a couple of people some prints of some of my photos and they don’t seem at all interested in getting one. And that includes my mom. Well, she says she wants one, but she can’t decide which one. She’s my mom… I told her she could have more than one…
I am very generally disheartened the past couple of days. And starting to feel depressed. Starting sunday, however, I work for eight days straight. That should solve any problems I have thinking too much and making myself depressed. I feel like I’m never going to make it to school. Even if I ever do make it, I’ll be in my thirties by the time I’m done. That’s years from now. I feel like I’m never going to get out of this endless rut of lifeless nothingness.
Oh yeah. This summer is great for my emotional well-being.