umbrellas
The good news is, I don't think I'm going to die from whatever bug I have. It may be insistent but I think that hot-tubbing last night and sleeping in this morning will defeat it. The bad news is that we're experiencing a bout of shitty, shitty weather during the semi-annual ASUO street faire. And dammit, I wanted to photograph the faire for my next assignment in case my camera can't handle the light at the Seattle Knight's practice. I can't believe I'm stressing out so much about this class. I just feel like I have no talent and no skill. I dream about taking pictures and developing them (yes, even though I have a digital camera). I'm still not sleeping well.

However, life, for once, is quiet. No drama. None. It's gone. And I think, finally, I'm ready to move on now. I'm not sure what this means except to equate it to spending some time by myself.

But I can't really talk about any of that here because I'm still to riddled by guilt to mention my "single time" ambitions without feeling like it'll initiate the catastrophic end of my relationship. And I can't say much about my feelings because I've been being patronized of late for not knowing enough and being inexperienced. I'd like to think I can explore my own mind here without someone telling me that I don't know what I'm talking about. Of course I don't and I never will. Admitting that is part of being a seeker.

Meh. I don't feel like writing right now. Just don't. Brain's all cottony and I can't remember what I was doing.