I’m back, I guess.

Aaron picked me up at the airport… we both were really exhausted… a few hours of trying to sleep, then time for work.

My phone is on its last legs (screen broken, won’t charge) but Megan calls and asks if I still want to do her zombie project.

I had totally forgot about the project until that moment. I agreed, and drove over to her house. The whole thing was really fun… I was in such scary makeup it was creepy to look in the mirror.

Christen was over as a creative sausage/intestine consultant. We caught up on all our stories and stuff, while she made the sausages look all intestiney.

We did the shoot, I stayed the night, and went to work the next day.

I’m going to call her on Thursday when I get my shiny new N95 and come over to grab some of the footage and pics.

My dad called me today… he called me a few days ago and seemed kind of concerned… he just has really bad timing since my phone is dead.

I need a new battery for my MacBook. I should sell it and get a new one, but the new ones aren’t terribly faster…mine’s 2.14GHz and the new ones are 2.4GHz. That’s only a 0.26GHz increase.

It seems all I can do is sit around and listen to shoegaze music and feel vague about not feeling bitter. My life seems to be this patina of grey…driving my bumpy ride to work, writing about disasters in the Philippines…dealing with the one coworker whose parents never hugged her (to say the least), drive home. It’s only been two days since I got back, so I can’t be in a routine. Maybe it’s just sleeplessness.

I did have one cool thing happen. I found my St. Christopher medal that my mom gave me ages ago. It was wedged in the bottom of my suitcase.

All I can think of is my grandpa’s death. I’ve never had anyone I knew die.

My sunburn is all itchy…it’s unsettling. I only got burned on the back of my knees. But it does make me realize I have super muscular legs from jogging.

I’m listening to this album, Goodbye, by Ulrich Schnauss. It’s like…the music you would hear driving back from a faraway camping trip in the middle of the night.

I feel like the world isn’t what it is…that everything is just going to lose form and melt like ice cream. I’m detatched from time due to my cell phone being dead.

It must be jetlag. Or the harbinger of my eventual insanity.

I want to paint, but I don’t want to paint anything macabre.

Time to lie down.