cydniey

so much i forgot in my obsession with sleep. i'm up now, and zen with it. i made a pot of coffee

alert to anyone wanting or needing a messenger bag: walmart online has one, it has a crow silkscreened on it in the corner, really subtly. but it's ten bucks and it's a great canvas messenger bag . . . drat, it's sold out online. well, if you want to see my new bag: http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=10085891 it's very cool, just enough pockets, rain protector thingies on the main pocket of the bag, velcro closings and the pockets are big enough to fit both of my cameras at the same time, especially if they are in the case.

meanwhile, i think i scared off my manager, AMB. i want to email her or call her, but the fact is, i can't handle the rejection. we had a very candid conversation about my vices and that was the last i heard from her. i guess it's for the best. my new diagnosis is sexier than plain old bipolar, but there's a recent book about schizoaffective disorder that is being turned into a movie. i plan to buy that book this weekend and read it and see if there is anything i can add to the subject. i'm not hopeful, though, i saw the other book at the bookstore and it was thick.

i was so desperate when i got up. now i'm fine with it. there are a couple of factors involved there. i'm still going to go curl up on the loveseat with my blankie and pillow.

Garbage - When I Grow Up