The last 24 or so hours have been like a long house party, minus the booze: really engrossing, really intense, and really jumbled. Now, in the cold, hard light of Tuesday, I’m trying to get back to work. (Thank you, internetz.) My frustration has fully shifted from Mother Nature to Photoshop7, so I guess that’s good–although my stomach has a hard time telling the difference. Ugh.
Spotty updates today thanks to work and switching hotels, but I’ll try.
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