trying my hand at cross-processing.
i'm home for the 3-day weekend, and i spent the day in carson after missing a meeting i could've actually made up, had i not run away. i briefly freaked out over being inadequate, then smoked weed and mellowed out. tripped out on how much goes on at once at 5pm, and missed out on some robert frank-worthy moments. sought and found, but left behind. relentlessly chowed down on L&L, banana chips, and cat tongues.
now i'm home, wasting time. last i checked, it was 1130, now somehow it's almost 230. i'm not sure how that happened.
tomorrow, another meeting, another mouth full.
national portfolio day is this sunday; the moment of truth; judgement day. dun dun dun...
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