Hello My Name is and I Have a Problem

At 9:50AM I leave, an hour and a half after I get up and thirty minutes before I walk into class, late.

Class ends at 3PM, but I have an hour in between. Gym, then the track in that time (dumb).

3:20PM I get to the office, (ran into a friend on the way and spent 20 minutes in real conversation). Production starts, it's suddenly 7PM and I cover the rally at 8. back to the office at 10:30PM, get everything in by around midnight and get home by 12:40AM. I've eaten two slices of toast, three bagels, an orange, a banana, and some hersheys kisses.


Some people feel good when they give. I get my euphoria when I create. Nate and I did a great job on the rally. Leaving the office, I think coverage is the best I've seen in my three years here. That's an accomplishment. We took something we enjoy and did it to the fullest, as good as we could imagine it. It doesn't make me less tired or hungry, just less cranky.

Then on the way home, I don't see a soul. There's no one walking around campus at 12:15AM on a Thursday night except.. me.

My photos will look great in the morning, but tonight I could have been home watching Weird Al music videos with my roommates. I need to catch up with old friends from the fellowship I stopped going to, but taking time is taking photos and I only have one. Tonight I'm alone. Walking home, I start to see people again. There's a group in front of the ZBT house, and a girl asks if anyone has a camera. That's rich.

I wanted that sense of accomplishment again, walking home. Bigger, longer lasting, enough so I can justify alienating myself from friends while I document the lives of strangers. It's a vicious cycle. That's cliched, but it's too late and I'm tired.







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I got home and watched Weird Al music videos ("Eat It") with my roommates. We decided we'd all learn to dance like him (but not like Michael). Gabe made a meatball soup with fats and proteins and things besides starch, still warm when I got to it. They're both asleep now, but I waited until they went to sleep before I started writing. Thinking back now, that soup needs more salt. Still, it took the wind out of my complaints.