June 6th, 2002


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I'm all gushy happy about the Karl and kind of poopy about going home.
But I *am* staying a lil longer than I was originally supposed to. I should be leaving today, but I'm staying until Sunday now.
I've had a really good time up here. I'm really comfortable in this house which is very very strange for me. I'm usually *never* comfortable in people's houses. Of course, I've spent enough time here now and cleaned/moved/rearranged so much of it that it makes perfect sense for me to be comfortable, but still.
It's an odd feeling.
And I do need to be getting back so I can get a damned job and start making money again so I can get the hell out of the hampton roads area.
I'll probably just be doing simple low level retail stuff for awhile anyway. And that's fine with me. I'm not really paper qualified to do anything else.
Pay me more than $7 an hour and give me at least 30 hours a week (preferably more) and I'll be a happy camper. I know that that might be asking too much, but that's the plan.

Karl got a lot of my film developed the other day and I was so happy with the quality of the vast majority of the pictures. And so happy that he did that for me.
Pictures I took while everyone was here at the house didn't come out so great. I didn't even think about the fact that it was all CANDLE LIT...and I was a lil too drunk to pay attention to my aperture settings.
Ah well.
There were plenty of pictures taken on the Scott and Dave digital front so I hope they caught some good stuff.

Karl also got both me and Alicia a Holga, which is just *incredible* of him.
All plastic cameras and toy cameras totally rock.
And it's medium format so now I have even *more* reason to get some damned 120 film. I've had an Argus 75 sitting at my house for months and months unused because I've completely failed to get the film for it.
But now I must.
yes... yes... now I must...

I should scan these pictures that I've been meaning to scan all week. I keep ending up just playing with the cats instead.

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I have the hiccups.
The storm is picking up outside.
I feel very ... not attractive.. today.
Just one of those days where my body feels dumpy and odd to me.
But the kitties like me.

Earlier I decided that for something to eat I'd cook some of the fries in the freezer. I preheated the oven and it wasn't until I realized is smelled like something was already cooking did I go back into the kitchen to discover it filled with smoke.
The two drip pans from Alicia's McGuyver grilling skills were still in the oven.. I'd forgotten about them.
So there was lots of baking beef fat on a couple of cookie sheets just bubbling away...

The house still smells like burgers.
And, because I decided to open windows to clear out the smoke, the house is still about 85

Maybe I'll open the windows again and hope the windy-ness of the storm actually draws in some air...