Day 7

After literally 45 minutes of trying to shot myself flying across the bed like that one guy did on flickr a few years ago where he was flying onto the couch Up in the Air, I was dejected and annoyed so the next time I set the timer I just did this. E voila.


I am sick of the self timer, need the remote shooter thing. This 365days is a hard project.


Editor's note:

found it:


Wow! 1 week has gone by already.


Last night I went to Soho and shopped some more and then went and got an hour long massage that Jennie gave me the intel on ($42/hour! Who cares if it's a little, mmm, shall we say interesting/borderline sketch?) When leaving I was so spacey that I walked into the toilet rather than out the door. Qui gong works!


Today it was raining and when I woke up the fog was so thick I couldn't see out the window. It was like SF.


Then in the downpour I walked over to the mawwwll and did some shopping (yes, I shop a lot. I like it, sue me. Plus it was rainy and crappy out.) And then I saw the new-ish Bourne movie. It was good but I get a little too riled up from those kinds of things. But it makes me use words like "intel" (see above).


Hot and humid out.

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Taken on September 22, 2007