With myself and numerous others.
Nothing new. I can't fit all that needs doing into the remaining hours before my flight tomorrow anyway.
Trying to write an article for which there are almost no sources of information. As of now, it reads as if I'm sticking in words to fill the space. As of 10 minutes ago, I found some obscure
About to go pick up photographer D. so we can do this afternoon's shoot. Not in the mood to even see or talk to him, but I have no choice.
No alternative but to leave car at airport tomorrow. Don't like doing that.
Not in the mood.
Don't feel like doing what I have to do for the photos. Not really sharp enough, reflexes-wise, today.
Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah. You've heard that over and over....
Times like this make my premonition-generator work overtime. With so much bad stuff going down, surely there will be some other fly in the ointment swooping in for the attack before I get through with everything.
Out of here.
Maybe more tonight.