An Actual Bucket of Sunshine

If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I accidentally slipped and fell into a pool of SSRIs. I’ve been on ultra-turbo drive since last night. At the library, I shelved like a mofo, and have started absorbing the Dewey Decimal system numbers. It was like a scene out of Party Girl, only in the children’s section, and without weed.

Then when I got home, I did laundry, downloaded an audiobook to my computer, and developed FOUR rolls of film! I’ve been ignoring the fact that I have a ton of film to develop, but the fear of messing up the photos I took of my friend Amber while she was 8.5 months pregnant had me stalled.

Then she sent me photos of her daughter. Seriously, I was hoping this kid would be neat, but she looks awesome. Maybe that’s just because I like her mom so much, but c’mon. This is a cute-ass punk rock baby.

Right?

So now I have film drying over my bathtub, and as soon as I get back from my weekend home I’m going to scan them, and all the other photos I’ve taken since 2005 began, and finally put together the gallery for outsidecat.