Not sure what to tell ya. After a few days of pictures from far-off lands (i.e. 100 miles from my house), we're back to where I always default to after a monotonous day with no interesting Places visited. I leave my house, I get to work, I come home, here I stay. Such a picture requires boring details to color in the margins, like how tall this bush has gotten, how I need to call a roofer to fix that corner of the roof, that kind of thing. Not every day can be full of ferris wheels and fried pickles and Kreeper. Work is going well, I feel nauseous, we started a rewatch of The Sopranos, tomorrow is another fucking day.
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