The Driver

I've been playing around with phone photos again the last few days.

Better than nothing, I guess.

They actually work fairly well grunged up to hide how bad the phonecam actually is. I guess phone cameras really are the modern equivalent of the old plastic Instamatics and Polaroids and such (although without the random quirkiness), so it's actually kind of fitting.

The whole city was shut down by a snowstorm last week, so I have lots of (non-phone) shots of that - although I must say, snow pictures are pretty damned boring without anyone to be in them. Actually, snow itself is rather dull without someone else to enjoy it with.

Anyway, I'll backblip those, if I can ever find the motivation.

So much depression, so little time....

I'd like to say things are getting better, and life is getting back to normal now, but I'd be lying. Still too soon, I guess - five months Sunday.

Every moment of every day, I feel I'm just a razor's edge away from collapsing in a sobbing heap on the floor. Does that ever go away?


And will I ever really care about anything again? 'Cause right now, I'm basically just going through the motions with everything.



Ah, hell - I meant for his to be a nice, non-depressing blip for once, and look what I've gone and done....