because it's about time.
I bought a breakfast burrito from La Casita on the way to work. I emptied a little container of salsa in it, took a bite and tomato juice ran down my white T. This was no small splotch, more like I dumped a plate of spaghetti on my shirt. Well I was going to put my shirt on backwards because I had a light sweater on, but then I thought, no they don't get tidy, fashionable, Carol at the Academy, (ok, no one really does) they get messy, unmade-bed Carol. They are lucky to have me clean-shirt or not. Probably didn't even notice. Ever the professional.
Sarge at the Academy punched my printer today because it wouldn't work. Petulant behavior for a military man. In reality I wanted to punch it too, however I would have broken my hand. That would not have been a thick skin issue though. It would have been a thick skull issue.
Another 12 hour day, work, track, dinner, violin, sleep. Very much like birth,school,work death.....
I am photographing Mag's violin teacher's band Saturday. Man I used to love that kind of work. Maybe I will love it again.
I'm hoping you're doing what you love or at least with the one you love, or is it love the one your with. I say your better off with the former. Peace. CSL
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