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Finally got around to scanning the photos from a roll of film I found a year after it was taken, of a warm afternoon walk through the city streets. Life was less awkward than it is now.

Exhale

It's always good to end on a high note. But that also makes leaving harder.

Read a little bit of Orwell today morning and it reminded me why I love the subject so much. I hope that'll be enough to keep me running for the next three months. Three months with new faces in a new place.

So much change and upheaval colliding at the same time. Afraid, but I choose optimism and rah-rah-rah.

Rehearsals for the short play fest begins tonight.

Whatever Happened to the Days

The past two weeks have been nothing but a B-grade horror film made on the cheap. I would try to describe it to you but you wouldn't be able to believe it. And it has taken too much of out of me, so instead, I will think about tomorrow.

(A good measurement of how stressed or upset I am in a week is to count the amount of Starbucks I have consumed. This week so far: Everyday. Way over budget and purse-size.)

Sleeping in is scheduled for tomorrow as I've taken leave. I'll do the laundry, eat a slow breakfast, do some writing and for awhile, pretend that everything is pretty and pleasant. Then take a drive down to KLPAC, bring along the camera and then go for retail therapy (I've broken two pairs of shoes since I started work) and tea with good company. It'll be like normal.

Everything will be fine again. Everything will be normal.

Joyness

I brought all my unread books, a bag of happy stationery and some of my favourite photos to the office in efforts to repel gloom/doom/crazy women.

Hungry, but the kitchen is empty.

Weekend-isms

Some freelance work that ate up some of my weekends.

#1

Random photos of our York and London (and other places in between) travels from Facebook. It has been a year since.

I'm guilty of flipping through them often, just so I don't lose sight and forget.

Page

Pickings from the warehouse sale. I'm incredibly excited to begin Octavian and The Year of Living, and it has been awhile since I've had such feelings for a book.

My head might get a scissor treatment tomorrow.