Waking Up Again

Today I feel a little more with it, lugging around all the photographic equipment everyday has been murder. It feels like all I have been doing this week is working, which I guess I have except for our outing to the strip club the other night. I have to admit, that was not very exciting either; the girls seemed so bored, which of course they are, although my boyfriend and his friend would rather not believe that. My boyfriend had a dream that I fooled around with one of his roommates and my excuse was "well once I get started, I can't stop". Needless to say, said roommate and I have been ribbing him about it ever since. These are the kind of dreams you should probably keep to yourself.

Montreal was good although I think one night we nearly suffocated ourselves by sleeping in the back of the truck with no windows open. I woke up gasping for breath, sweating like a hog and fumbling for the window. But yeah, other than nearly dying, we had a pretty good time.

I just want to mention that photographing teenagers is actually quite annoying. I have forgotten what it was like to be 16 thinking I'm the hot shit. Now I'm 36 and think I'm the hot shit, but at least I've got the years behind me to back up the claim.