Drained

111 photos. That's how many I've taken this evening between getting home at about 8:30 and about 20 minutes ago (11:30). They range from the clock in the kitchen to the spice rack to the spice itself, from dripping water to one of the cats to my headphones, from Yoda standing on my 45mm to a statue of Gandalf to this, zombie Wolverine and zombie Spider-man. I'm tired, but more then that I have nothing in the creative tank. That whole thing about looking around and seeing things in a new light? Gone. For tonight at least. This was literally photo 111, and the one that most aptly describes how I feel this evening.