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Second day of school, and Harry was already drunk. No wait, that was me. Behind the camera. Yes, sometimes sobriety isn’t necessary for decent photography. I like the content look on Dolan’s face, and how his hand is almost like a fist, as if he wants to punch that goofy look off Harry’s face forever.

When I’m alone
At work
Or where I stay,
I think of you.
Every second
Of every day.
You shape the dust
Into clay.
You paint the sky
A brighter shade
Of gray.

You make the lights
Come out to play.

So after a week of being in my new house, I think I’m finally settled in. I’ve been on the job at the hospital for four days, and I seem to fit in quite nicely. It’s not too hard, but there is a lot to learn. So far I haven’t slipped up, and everyone is really nice.

It’s Sunday now, and things are kinda slow. I gotta go back to work early in the morning, which I am only half looking forward to. It’ll be nice to have something to do I guess.

I thought I would commemorate the moving into of my new house with a picture of Dolan, my housemate who lives below me, rocking out on the air guitar in his living room. Next to him is Abby, smoking a cigar. Next to her is Henry, looking dumb.

And thus ends the series from Sunday night. I’m overall pleased, but I’m going to try to be more tripod-enthusiastic at night, because 1600 ISO leaves me with little depth and alot of noise. Very irritating.

Really, I do.

Went out a few nights ago to become inspired. Don’t know how succesful I was. What do you think?