You're my letter to desire, and you'll never read yourself.

So, I'm doing camera prep for tomorrow. Here's the itinerary:


- Wake up at 4:15
- pack camera bag and snacky things
- slam a Rockstar
- Drive five hours to Crystal
- PHOTOGRAPH DEAD HORSE MILL (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
- Photograph Crystal
- Drive to the hour and a half to Hanging Lake
- Make that dreadfully hard hike (but this time, with my arm in my sling, and appropriate shoes)
- Photograph, photograph, photograph
-Drive four hours home
- Go. The. Fuck. To. Sleep.


I'm so glad I'm taking this trip with company, as I am too fucking broke right now to afford it (I may very well be in the WORST state of financial hell I've ever personally been in. And I've been homeless, so that's saying something). But also because that's a lot of driving. And I love a good road trip, but that's too much in my condition. Which is selfishly interested in staring out the window, in case you were curious.


It's been a very, very long week, and I'm very excited to finish this blog and catch up on Suits. I'm fairly convinced that the writers modeled Donna after me. I also covet her wardrobe.


Time to finish cleaning the camera! Then Suits and sleep. Yay!