Writing this on the computer again. Awake, self. 10, 15 minutes in, under the three blankets. Folded laundered shirts. Skipped breakfast. Checked on my coffee grinder -- a few odd grinds in the chamber -- a bit of regrinding but all's well after a clean. Looked up Nick Land and his Fanged Noumena, and Deleuze. Made coffee late, around 11:28 or so, AeroPress. Bypass diluted of course. It smelled nice. Drove off to campus. Parked on the second floor, more out of habit than comprehension. Backpack first, then sling the T90 on, then scoop up the black plastic binder of my negatives and my photo paper, and then scoop up my coffee. Arrived on campus, walk with confidence, arrive. We did contact sheets and enlargements of our blind walk. The demo I feel took a bit more time than it should have but I worked quickly, or tried to work quickly with my weakened hand strength and a stiffer enlarger. My contact sheet test strip and the final contact sheet came out perfect. My enlarged print test strip came out very very dark, like it was overbaked. That carried over to the final enlarged print. I was disappointed with that one as I had chosen quite a nice shot, a reflection of the sky in a vertical puddle next to a metal fence with lines down to a vanishing point. Though I will try again next week. I cleaned up and rinsed the entire developing line, which took 5 or 7 minutes, and then off I went to lunch. Clearly I had arrived late as the pasta station and the grill seemed very very quiet; instead they put out some food under the warmer. That was alright, and fine. I picked up a burger and fries, again, though I have to admit that slice of meat lover's pizza was terribly tempting. Rained a bit outside — I always eat outside — but there was a table with shade. Drove home. Tons and tons of traffic. Google Maps estimated it to be 38, 43 minutes. Just terrible. But we made it through. Got back home, unwound, later had some chicken and mushroom porridge for dinner at around 7:45 or 8. Read more of The Autobiography of Red tonight. Geryon is terrifically/terribly familiar. Herakles is too. The influence would nudge me to a Twitter thread later that day.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391