Sometimes I just can’t think of a title
I got home, planned to head right back out to buy some groceries, but got distracted by the stereo and the internet. After about 45 mintues, I realized I’d been belting out tunes whilst my apartment door was half open. Whoops.
My dad just called to rave about my Flickr photos, that I should be a professional photographer, how I was better than the guy at the hometown newspaper. That made me feel good.