one hundred and ninety eight

I'm cold.
Work people squabbling over my head about what they've told me to do. Counting hours from two years back to shut them up.

one hundred and ninety seven

I can get a halo from the lamp in my own ceiling at home too.
Working my ass off.
Photo taken by webcam close to midnight.
I'll show them...

one hundred and ninety six

My fatigue is starting to worry me. What am I not getting? Looking at health store food supplement options.

one hundred and ninety two

In Stockholm, giggling in the museum of royal history. Trying on a crown. Heavy. Mini vacations can take the edge off things...

one hundred and ninety one

Best day in a very long time. Just me, my thoughts, warm water, fruit buffet and silence.

Japanese spa.

one hundred and ninety

Going to Stockholm for a mini vacation at my mum's. Very much needed.

one hundred and eighty nine

Went here and there feeling useful and inspired. Then I went home thinking I need to write this day down... and then I doubted myself again. Damnit.

one hundred and eighty eight

A few days have rushed past me in boredom, headache and the feeling of never ever doing enough.

one hundred and eighty seven

Working from café trying a new way to fool myself into efficiency.

Wearing new toque. A bit short. Like my patience...

one hundred and eighty five

Still angry at my regular camera. But it's a better day than yesterday at least.

one hundred and eighty four

Nope. It's bright and icy cold. I'm not.

one hundred and eighty three

Drained again. Autumn blues. Inadequacy. Pets for company.

one hundred and eighty two

Visiting the home of a colleague and idol far away. On an island. Somewhere else.

Inspiration is creeping under my skin just by being here.

(And no I'm not IN this photo, but there's a lot of a me I miss in a messy box of water color)

one hundred and eighty one

I lectured. I felt good. It went away. I lost it.

one hundred and eighty

Nope. I'm not sure I can deal with myself and my highs and lows. I'm driving myself crazy here people. I can't. I can. I can't. I can. Ad nauseam.

one hundred and seventy nine

There's a roller coaster in my head and I simply cannot keep up now and then.

one hundred and seventy eight

Weekend. Should mean I get to do what I want to do.

It means sleep. More sleep.

one hundred and seventy seven

I acted sane at work all day. Nothing makes me feel more insane than realizing all my sane actions are fake.

one hundred and seventy six

A nothing kind of day. Did almost nothing. Worried about almost everything.

one hundred and seventy five

Many things are good. I need to remember that.

Still oddly drained of energy.

one hundred and seventy four

It wasn't a good day workwise. Don''t let the frantic smile fool ya... But I got my camera back, so I can show you the new paint color in our dining room (compare here). I had a friend come over and we felt close again after a little... uncomfortable-ness. That's good.

one hundred and seventy three

It's one of those days. It works because it has to, but I'm not doing anything by choice.