I’m so tired today. Amanda came over last night and we watched anime and a couple foreign films and then just got tired and fell asleep. Had really weird dreams all night, including one in which I was in Buenos Aires arguing about a parking ticket I got despite not having a car. Went down to Calumet Photo to find that they’re closed all weekend. Then went to the bookstore, got a magazine, and by the time I got home on the train just found myself in a really odd, mostly confused sort of mood. It’s still there, but it’s settled in so at least the edge is off it a bit.
I’m always sad when The Bends is over. That album just fits my mood so perfectly some days and it always seems like a minor tragedy in the silence after the end of Street Spirit [fade out].
Where the hell am I going? What am I doing with my life and the thigns and people in it? How do I feel about the people in my life, particularly the women in my life? Do I want to assist? Do I want to shoot? Do I want to stay in Chicago, or should I go to Tokyo or New York or LA or Seattle? How about grad school? Or a road trip.
Yup, that sort of day. I’ll be fine tomorrow, probably.
