After a few over heated, as in too hot to bear, bus rides, I was talking to my mom. This is also after not sleeping much for three days. I could hardly speak and I told her that my life has gotten so boring that I have no stories to share. I said this after having cried (by myself on a bus) from being exhausted. She told me to enjoy this time of having nothing to say because this is not usually the case. She is too right. The next day, I shot my last photo on the roll and forgetting to push the release button I wound and wound and wound until I snapped the film, lost a bunch of photos and got too much light on all the rest (see photos below). Anything but cool, that's me. Glad I have this for my yard to enjoy walks everyday; that helps a little.
