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Oh, Ohio. Why are you messing with me...WHY??
Grr! This is the "not fun" part of being self-employed. It'd be SO much more pleasant if all I had to was make the damn stuff.
Good news though; I got the mini-books from my bro John and they are beautiful & creamy & debossed in a lovely bronzed ink that looks like a million bucks. As soon as everyone stops fucking with me and PAYS me I'm going to get my pictures printed and tip them in on the cards and send these little portfolios out into the world. Like hopeful children. Who will support me in my old age. And bring me jello.
Today, I'm taking a Mental Health Break and going out to the beach with my dog. Or maybe we'll hit the woods instead, as it's about 15 degrees out there (Winter has finally made an appearance) and the idea of being on an open beach in even a slight breeze makes me think "hmm...not so much". The ice from that ice storm did remarkably little damage in spite of being almost an inch thick on everything (probably because everything that could fall off the trees did fall off the trees during that freak October snowstorm), and the trees are simply lovely. Everything looks like it's made of spun glass. It's supposed to warm up tomorrow so I better get out there today if I want to enjoy the pretty winter postcard-ness of it all. Pictures will ensue, I'm certain.
Grr! This is the "not fun" part of being self-employed. It'd be SO much more pleasant if all I had to was make the damn stuff.
Good news though; I got the mini-books from my bro John and they are beautiful & creamy & debossed in a lovely bronzed ink that looks like a million bucks. As soon as everyone stops fucking with me and PAYS me I'm going to get my pictures printed and tip them in on the cards and send these little portfolios out into the world. Like hopeful children. Who will support me in my old age. And bring me jello.
Today, I'm taking a Mental Health Break and going out to the beach with my dog. Or maybe we'll hit the woods instead, as it's about 15 degrees out there (Winter has finally made an appearance) and the idea of being on an open beach in even a slight breeze makes me think "hmm...not so much". The ice from that ice storm did remarkably little damage in spite of being almost an inch thick on everything (probably because everything that could fall off the trees did fall off the trees during that freak October snowstorm), and the trees are simply lovely. Everything looks like it's made of spun glass. It's supposed to warm up tomorrow so I better get out there today if I want to enjoy the pretty winter postcard-ness of it all. Pictures will ensue, I'm certain.
