Lifestyles of the penniless and obscure - A boring night

So I went to the gallery opening of that guy I met a few weeks ago. Then I left. I just didn't feel like mixing.

I've been working more on my "novel." I have no idea if anyone would actually READ it. I have no idea what to do with it. I just keep writing and it's basically a combo of people I know and my own observations. Bleah.

I just dyed my hair black again. It was looking rather dull.

Nothing too interesting to report. Except I think I have a toast crumb stuck under the 'i' key on my keyboard, because I have to hit the 'i' key extra hard to get it to work. I eat at my laptop, which makes it rather messy.

Oh yeah, and I got my cheque. It's for rather less than I anticipated. But it will be OKAY. I just KNOW it. I can now pay my photographer friend with a mocha and buy some spagetti tomorrow. And I reaaally want that camera bag. And I can pay some bills monday.

By the way, I just LOVE my canon 30D. It is spectacularly grand to have equipment that works. I had a real estate shoot a few days ago and yesterday I got a call from the agent; she wanted me to call her because she had a question. Which made me panic. There was something in the tone of her voice. The first thing I think is: "Something is wrong. They HATE the pics. They're going to FIRE me and tell everyone what a shitty photographer I am." I finally get in touch with the other head agent and all they wanted to know is if I got a specific shot of the fountain. See, why do I always assume something is gonna be BAD, something's gone WRONG and it's MY fault?

And is it bad that I've watched this about three million times, accompanied by sexy/romantic music? Nah...