Killing Giants

Boring.  It doesn't get any less so.

I've had three shoots in three days in addition to the factory work, so I am worn.  But oh my gosh, the stories I have collected are unbelievable.  I don't think I can tell them here.  Shot without a drink every time, so of course the images are not as good.  I'll be a Puritan soon.

But see that lost look in old Hem's eye?  That is what I want to avoid, that and all the rest.  God it is glorious to drink and have fun.  Still, you can see it here in this photo that there is drinking and not having fun, too.  The Giant Killer is how Hem referred to it.

Frankencamera has arrived--almost.  I waited for Fedex until almost noon yesterday, watched the truck drive by, called and was told it was on another truck, a private contractor's truck.  I was not here when he stopped by.  I will try again today, but the Fedex truck has just driven by twice, so it will probably be this afternoon.  I am antsy.

I do think, though, that I have lost some weight this week.  I'll keep imagining that my skin is getting beautiful, too, that the years are falling away like leaves in autumn.  After today, I am going to the factory very little until after the New Year, so I will walk and run and go to the gym and work my way back to my original weight of eight pounds eight ounces.  I will be all cartilage, no bone.

What the hell is Hem wearing in this picture?  Jesus, maybe that is why I quit drinking.