spent today taking photographs of little soccer kids for seven hours. My legs are SHOT. Once they started aching on the field I hadn't realized how strenuous an activity I was partaking in.

We drove up to Eureka last night, spent the night in a hotel, I took a walk to get high and couldn't fall asleep for hoouuuurs. The hotel was comfortable enough. It was beautiful up there. I slept most of the way up and virtually all of the way down.

Five hour drive. I'll be getting paid $300 for all this. Not bad for a fun weekend with Saturday to spare.

No one's home right now. Shandon's in Fresno and Ryan's in Sacramento.

I've got the sweetest ass roommate setup.

Also I'm not horribly miserable. This whole thing with James is crazy, but the more I've been talking to him after the fact the better I feel.

He's not a bad dude, he didn't fuck me over, he is just at a point where he can't really handle all of this. What occurs between him and myself is serious "I could do this for a good long time" type shit. That's why it hurts most, I guess. I just want it now. I think I can wait. But I'm forgetful, so let's hope that doesn't end badly. Or rather, not end or anything, just going on in time with nothing ever happening. I wouldn't like that very much.

It still makes me feel weird, though. I don't know. It's still rough, and it still hurts.

Anyway.
whatever.