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On Sunday, I rode my bike to Brockport in the hardest gear, against the wind, and on an unpaved road.
6x6x2010 show at the RoCo gallery
This was at the show. I liked it.
Happy spoon is happy.

I just want electricity again. That's all I want. My life is a mess. I color printed in the darkroom for the first time today. I like it. I have mosquito bites all over me. This is the worst I've ever experienced outside of Louisiana, and at least I never really had to live there. It's 85 degrees in my apartment and my only flashlight died.

On the whole though, I'm happy to have enough shit going on to keep me busy and take my mind off my impending loneliness. I gravitate to being alone, and there's nothing to be done for it. It doesn't even feel real yet, but I still want to wake up from this dream. I feel out of context here. I have an idea of what I want and then I let someone change my plans. I'm rambling. I need benedryl cream, a pillow, and a good fan. Rochester makes me miserable.