I've quickly fallen in love with Neil Gaiman and The Sandman. It's been one of the only things keeping sane and yet turning me slightly insane while I've been at work lately. My brain is in a strange, strange place at the moment, but I can't say it's not interesting.

I've started reading "The Art of Dreaming" by Carlos Castanada. Read it! It may blow your mind. You can't tell yourself that you never read it, though

I miss taking pictures. I've been working a mind-numbing job that's bad for my everything, which luckily and yet unluckily ends this Friday.

Things are down, but not out. They got really good for a moment or two there, and then we dropped just as high as we flew. We're still going, though, and a little more prepared than we were a minute ago.


in other news, I've decided that I want to take self-portraits again. The lighting isn't as wonderful as it was when I was at Drew, and the majority of the time I'm home now is at night, but i'm going to see what I can come up with. I feel like I've changed a lot since the last time I photographed myself, and I'm curious to see whether it will come up in the photos or not.

time to go exploring