what the hell is photography?

is it better than cupcakes and coffee? doubtful. maybe that's why I haven't been doing it lately, so concerned with just trying to get shit in order, keep myself on the free side of sane. somehow, in the pandemonium that has been this existence, I got a hold of one of my grandfather's cameras, and shot a couple rolls. so, here you are.

hungry tiger, too.

I woke up, a couple of sundays ago, feeling a bit down. maybe it was the excessive partying the night before, who knows. but I wanted two things: breakfast, and good company. decided to go to hungry tiger too, partially because it just seemed like a great idea, and partially because arwyn was (supposed to be) working. I called up maggie, because she's some of the best company I've ever met. and so there we are. hungry tiger too, good coffee, good company, and horrible pancakes (not pictured). I guess I should have stuck with the mac and cheese, delectable. pancakes. not so much.

kaffee?

it's the one thing in america that is amazing. apparently. and the view from my seat to the east, on the bottom.