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rmWell, they're done. And I think it went well. And it was a very strange day, a very strange 24 hours.
I spent last night trying to make a mix CD, benefitting mightily from the support and tolerance of my roommate, feeling deeply emotional about weird shit and deeply embarassed about other weird shit, and cleaning out an old email account at the last minute before it ceased to be.
I almost burst into tears like three times on the way to the headshots, because I was still so overwhelmed from the weird dream and the feeling it left me with. This was followed by near hysterical laughter as the photog's CD player kept stopping in the middle of songs to go back and play Can Can-Can again. Which in the scheme of things was some sort of silly mighty perfect awful.
Need to try to get the Sands of Ammon on my way home tonight.
I spent last night trying to make a mix CD, benefitting mightily from the support and tolerance of my roommate, feeling deeply emotional about weird shit and deeply embarassed about other weird shit, and cleaning out an old email account at the last minute before it ceased to be.
I almost burst into tears like three times on the way to the headshots, because I was still so overwhelmed from the weird dream and the feeling it left me with. This was followed by near hysterical laughter as the photog's CD player kept stopping in the middle of songs to go back and play Can Can-Can again. Which in the scheme of things was some sort of silly mighty perfect awful.
Need to try to get the Sands of Ammon on my way home tonight.
