Thursday 24 May 2012: Looking pretty tonight.
Felt really agitated, clumsy and misplaced a lot of the day. Weak and bruised still from yesterday - much better however, nothing to worry about.
Almost outcast. And these are not words which come with my photo, but I write for myself too. Photograph and write for myself, to nobody else - but on the terms that fellow blippers reading this might understand one or the other more, with the other.
"Viewed on it's own the image doesn't click but viewed after reading your story it leaps off the page" -perhaps. I like that idea.
Weak, I lugged my skates to the bus stop, waving and running for it to stop. Felt not too bad on the ice, in a whim and a whirl, as I usually do on there. Didn't try any heavy spins. Wouldn't want to faint and fall on the surface.
Waiting for Dad, I plugged my iPod in and lost myself, the world. No sound out of your mouth, but in your head the lyrics are everything.
Camera in my hand, I clicked away at the beautiful setting sun in the urban streets to get home. Mostly the shots were blurred, speed in the motion of the car. The moon was gorgeous. Couldn't resist pulling out my dslr when I got home. :o)