Sunday Bloody Sunday
Holy crap I forgot to drink coffee for two days. Maybe three. I’m not sure what day it is any more.
I just sent a terrifying email to one of my photographic subjects from Pride asking for a more formal shoot. Gah! I don’t think that I cracked wise even once. This is why I need to pour coffee into myself nonstop: so I am never “off.” There are characters that I play (like the one who writes these posts) and at least one of them must always be active or… I dunno. Something. Something bad, I think.
Bullshit. The only character I like is the Jesse one.