I can’t make myself concentrate, but I can try my hardest.
I’m exhausted. Honestly, exhausted. My shoot today was so short yet not quick (make sense?), and I felt like I couldn’t focus. I’m not concerned about the job I did. I do feel it was bland, though. I want to figure out how to mix it up. I want to make it special.
Tomorrow would be the day, but tomorrow is a big shoot. I’m dreading tomorrow for the sole reason of being so tired today. Bonus: shoot tomorrow isn’t in Miami. And yet, and yet.
I could nap forever. I feel this in my bones.
I’d love to just read a book. Or have a nap. Or, or, or. I have to go back out, though. Only for a couple of hours, and only a few miles down the street. You’d think my very good fortune would boost my spirits. It does, in some small ways.
Remember when I said this? I feel like I’m in love?
It feels true.
I feel like I’m in love.
