8 PM

...was a long time ago. I hear that you're not supposed to be eating after 8 if you don't want to be "squishy". I suppose whipping up a chicken alfredo over bowtie with hardly enough brocolli to be considered 'color' at 12 AM would be quickly frowned upon.

To which I say, 'I think I need just a little bit more to finish of this wine.'

I was in the darkroom for hours and hours today. A massive printing has begun. I even tried fiber paper, which was a giant waste of time for me because it was long expired and nearly dead. Oh well. By the way how do you dry that shit flat?!? what a fucking nightmare.

All of a sudden I decided it was time to put together a book. So I am. Or maybe four.

and so he set to work...