Holy fucking hell.
I dreamed of my grandfather last night. I had tried the whole ‘dead’ thing out, hung out with grandpa and a few other people, decided it was nice and all, but I was going back.
Thunderstorms forecasted for later this week. Yay! Perfect opportunity to shoot. I’ll be doing more still life. This means I’m not going to Alabama, not like I was going anyway with the uncertainty in my job right now. Pity!
Oh well, I’m bored. My days are empty and my nights are filled, how strange a turn.
-G