flightless and frightful
So these next few days I'll be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Today I've got the first of a few term's-end psych appointments with the non-assertive shrink I spoke with a month or so ago. I hope I like her. I suppose something's better than nothing, unless she takes it upon herself to screw me up even more. I have been feeling pretty worthless lately, though not despondent by any means. More a crisis of faith. Somehow I doubt a psychologist can help me find God.

After that, it's off to the gym and then back to work to complete the first part of my organic farm photo-j project. In lieu of all the images I'm been toting around and displaying here lately, I think I'm going to start a photoblog to hold them, rather than cluttering my written diary with undersized jpgs.

Later tonight it's off to dinner at Soriah (which my organic farm supplies with veggies!) and then to an organizational Voice editorial staff meeting. Tomorrow I've got work and class as usual but will spend the evening in line for MX Reloaded. Too damn bad I'll be in Japan for the threequel... but I bet it'll come out there.

Friday morning I'm off to Lorane again at the ass-crack of dawn to take more pictures. And Saturday I'm up early to finish shooting at the downtown market. Fleh. Oh, yeah, and somewhere in there I have to lay-out my story for the next Oregon Voice issue (if we can even get this issue back from press).

Oh, I can make it. I'm in good form... but you might not see much of me around here. My brain's being dedicated to more pressing issues. Like the fact that I haven't been grocery shopping in over a week. Bleh.

p.s. this blog should be getting its own domain soon, a complete facelift and a new name. by "soon" I mean September.