Good Night, My Otters.

I'm searching for a photo manipulation tutorial that I can do on one of two photos in less than three hours. It is harder to find that I had expected. I showed Doc the two photos I had chosen, and one made him question me. What was I trying to get across by using it as my main profile picture with the effect I had shown him. I answered, "Impact." Something that makes me seem like a pro, or a wannabe pro. A picture that is hard to forget. The one in question features my eyes prominently because I am painted gold and posing against a black backdrop. The other features me in a vintage sequined cocktail dress and Doc Martens. But I want the first one.

Then there are the Adobe Audition tutorials to make my recorded poetry sound more professionally recorded. I found a great one on youtube. Here's hoping I can find it again. Right now I'm waiting for an email confirmation to get into a Photoshop tutorial site. I guess I could look for that Audition tutorial while I'm waiting.

I didn't get Arby's today. Doc instead bought me a pound(!) of nice, rare roast beef. He warned me that it may be thick because the woman at the deli seemed to be struggling with it when she was slicing it. I found out why when I got it out to make a sandwich today for dinner. She had been cutting it with the grain, not against the grain, as she should. So I have a pound of roast beef that I can't eat. My remaining front teeth can't bite through it. I had to take the sandwich apart and rip the beef apart with my fingers to eat it, which was messy because I had put Arby's sauce on it.

You know what? It's now almost midnight, and I really should go to bed. Good night.