RXA

… Finding a full ‘snack size’ box of Smarties amongst all the empty boxes from yesterday.

The pressure to take a good self portrait is increasingly daily.

It was fine when I was by myself but now Mike and Chris have joined the fray with some amazing shots I feel like I’m falling behind.

It was fine when I was getting about 30 views (different people) per shot but now I’ve got a couple getting over 100.

It was fine when I was asking for advice from other 365 day people … now they are asking me.

The pressure is too much!

I can now be seen in the corner rocking backwards and forwards muttering ‘What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … What am I going to do … must leave clothes on this time … “

Seeing an L plate on a red porche … is … just … WRONG!

Which means mine must be flippin’ minuscule as I am excited that I have 6 actual pairs of socks in my sock drawer. Not just six pairs of “well they are both sort of black so that’s close enough” but six ACTUAL PAIRS of socks.

My God I need to see Lucy again. I appear to be going nuts. Last point of contact had her driving through Wangaratta. She’ll be back soon.

Note: Having just reread this, let me clarify very quickly. The first line of the post is meaning November … not a person or persons.

You suck.

Because of commitments with the army, the Cucumbers and other things I might as well give up on you right now.

Via email L and I are trying to figure out the next time we can actually spend some time together. She travels a lot for work and I’m off trying to please everyone who needs me to play and/or take photos. Sure I may actually have some money at the end of November but is the lack of cohesion and mental drain going to be worth it?

And in between all this is me trying to spend some time with my little boy before he grows up and realises his father isn’t all he’s built me up to be.