I’m feeling woefully out of it today.
I woke up at 2:30am, looked at the clock, and said “Nope. It’s too early. Go back to sleep.”
I went back to sleep.
I woke up at 2:37am, looked at the clock, and said “Nope. It’s too early. Go back to sleep.”
I went back to sleep.
I woke up at 2:44am, looked at the clock, and said “Nope. It’s too early. Go back to sleep.”
I failed to go back to sleep, and was making coffee before 3. I’ve tried (unsuccessfully) to nap, three times, and I haven’t eaten much of anything all day. So it’s no wonder that I’m totally out of it today.
I managed to make some beans, and I managed to given the kitchen a half-arsed cleaning afterwords, but I didn’t manage to nap or do much beyond wishing I could nap.
But I did manage to make this picture, while lounging on the sofa with the cats and watching the newest Batman movie, (I bit my nails all the way through, and cried at the end), and I think it (the picture) may fit into the mystery story I’ve been working on, off and on, more off than on, for several months: it has a very noir-ish quality that I like quite a bit.
iPhone 4. Hipstamatic. John S Lens, US1776 Film. A very minor bit of cleanup of a couple of distracting bright spots in the lower right via the clone stamp in Aperuture.
