Still raining. Still fucking raining. Ridiculous. I haven't gone farther than The British (about 25 steps from my front door) in 4 days because of the damn rain. But a 2:30am spate of insomnia led me to my most noteworthy story idea in a couple weeks (that and Liz... so we'll share credit if it turns out remotely good). Now I just have to figure out how best to work it and write the fucking thing. Spent the afternoon next door socializing with the neighbors and drinking wine. God, I've become such a lush.
Drink Count: 8
Pictures from last night. I said I'd take some new ones eventually and I am a man of my word. It also occurs to me that I am a master of self-portraiture...
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You truly are the master of self-portraiture. I'm sure having the arm span of a gorilla plays a large part in the overall awesomeness of your photos.
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