Kettle cooked potato chips flavoured with chili and limes. But they don't taste quite right, so I left them where Buckley can't get at them and finished watching Empire Falls. This means one of two things. Either I'm not hungry, or I have a hot new crush on Ed Harris.

I hope it's just lack of hunger. He's getting on in years....

I took photos of flaring dashboard lights last night, in the dark, in the rain. On an old country road, by myself. It's time like those, I can't forget. Sweet photos. I used to love taking them, I still do....but I watch my younger sister as she grows by leaps and bounds in her ability to compose a good shot. I really hope she decides to take that photography program we've been talking about. I always start off the sentence with "...if I were your age, I'd.."
I know I probably sound like an ass, but that's ok. Doesn't really bother me.

I gave notice today where I have the studio. Also, picked up my paintings from the art show which ended on the 31st. Fed the cat, played catch with her for awhile, then locked up and left town to come back here, where Marble and Buckley waited for me.

There aren't any reasons for me to stay, and too many for me to go. An intriguing opportunity to advance my career and become what I have always wanted: my own boss (oh, and filthy rich, of course). I measure riches by how many blankets I have, and whether or not I can go into Chapters and buy 5 books instead of 1. To me, that's having a lot.

Anyway, I'm going to make a phone call and hopefully (not) trip over my words while I tell someone else about my day. First things first, always a lot of fun.

I swear to God, there oughta be a song called 'Gish' someday.
*grin*