I have been very inefficient of late. And it’s hard trying to be smart and witty and creative on a monday morning. We’ll see. But for now, I’m in my compressed self. I want to stop initiating conversations. My aunt noticed I had small hands for the first time last night as I sat beside her on her big black couch. She thinks everything about me is small, compressed, like a minature version of everybody else. Ok, so I don’t have big hands. But imagine if I had small hands and giant feet, wouldn’t that be really funny?

I’m trying to get the hang of my nikon. I don’t think I take good pictures and I am still playing around with the shutter speed and erretayting people with sporadic flash shots from di’s window. Today, I am going to escape the cages for a little while and run off for a lunch time escapade. We are meeting by the river, debs and i, which sounds so utterly romantic in the weirdest way possible.

I really hope she doesn’t read this.