The photo is unrelated...but one of my more colorful uploads of late.

Anyway, i wrote something on a piece of scrap at work when i had a moment, so i thought i'd transcribe it here:
"I think i nailed it in my conversational description of "what was happenin'" with me today. Ever watch the Simpsons? Remember when Bart gave away his soul to Milhouse? The automatic door at the Kwik E Mart wouldn't open for him... he couldn't even condense his breath on glass to write his name. That's pretty much how i feel It's not so much a fear that i've lost my soul but rather a feeling of general exclusion. Lately i've not photographed anything for myself...and it's taking its toll on me. I'm feeling like i'm wilfully closing the best outlet that i have... maybe a different kind of project would help; maybe not a project but a study. Yesterday i kicked around the idea of "One Prime: Thirty-Five Millimeters." But between this and the end of the day, i have to at least attempt something resembling work."

So(!) to comment on what i wrote.. i was really lacking in enthusiasm and vigor that tuesday morning. I still agree with myself though.. This weekend i was able to put that plan to action to some extent, and it felt GREAT (see yesterday's post).

I think i'm going to keep on shooting. :-)