I've been in a horrible depression for the past few days, but I think I'm starting to get out of it. Maybe writing helps a bit. I just feel so isolated. I have no place to go and no way to get there if there was, no one to meet or invite over. I'm just so lonely. My followers or watchers never talk to me.
So I've also lost the cord to my camera so that is why I haven't uploaded photography in god knows when but I'm still taking pictures. I've got rolls of film I need to be processed as well.
We had pie at my last book club meeting which was on national pi day (March 14, 2013). We are reading a book called A Drop of the Hard Stuff by Lawrence Block. It's pretty mediocre so far, I haven't really been able to pick up an interest in it yet. Speaking of I should probably go read, I only have till the 14th to finish it.
Oh, and I finally got to see the 17th Detective Conan movie, The Eleventh Striker. Also pretty mediocre, bombs and more bombs and impossible skateboarding super moves – but still rather enjoyable. It seems Gosho is really scrabbling for straws at this point, I think it is about time he moves the plot along instead of continuing with the fillers.
I'm going on my first real vacation on Wednesday. I'm a little apprehensive about it, it makes me nervous, but I really want to go. I can't tell you all the things we'll be doing but I know we are going to see a Mayan exhibit which is the thing I'm the most excited about. I love learning about the Mayans, they were an amazing society of people.
Drinking: Sweet Texas Tea