Work.
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Workworkwork.
Wowowowor-- ..workworkwowowowkr.

I'm sure you get the point.

Rarely do I dip into my artwork lately just due to a lack of time. I'll do the odd portrait for friends, but not much beyond that. And I'm alright with it. I don't feel emotionally deprieved, or lost, or what not. I've just kind of written off as a closed chapter of my life, where my photography was active, nurturing aspect of my life, and now it's just .. not, you know?

I'm applying to Uni in a few weeks. Sociology. Bet you didn't see that one coming.

I seemingly have lost all inspiration, and frankly, just don't give a fuck either.

Congratulations, Conservatives. Now, the question is, can you hold onto it?

</end random Canadian politics>

It's almost 2am, and I JUST noticed EVERY SINGLE picture in my rec room is crocked. EVERY SINGLE ONE. THERE'S ALOT OF PICTURES IN THERE.

I'm creeped out and I'm now going to go to bed. But not before calling Ben. *tiptoes off*

So I've been bodyless for quite some time now.

I lied. I'm actually a Night Elf Priest on the Earthen Ring. Look me up, if you're nerd enough to understand the above statement.

I'll put some new work out there. Eventually. This semester has just been hell. Biology, Chemistry, Physics, hello. I actually miss taking photographs. But if Time just isn't permiting it right now, she'll throw me some later.

I.O.U more photos.