For two days now (during this workshop I am attending) I have tried to stand all day long. Part of it is that I sometimes unintentionally make cries of pain while standing up from a seated position and, you know, I don't want to do that in front of a room full of strangers, the other part of it is that sitting hurts while I am sitting and I thought that if I just didn't sit down then my broke ass might heal faster.
The plan worked, because yesterday as I passed out in bed I did notice a reduction in broke ass pain, however, the part about how much standing the rest of my legs could endure didn't really factor into the "I'll just stand all day" equation and right now, after two full days of standing, I think the last time my legs were this tired was that time I walked 10 hours for some walkathon when I was junior high school and could barely move for two days after that.
The bone tiredness of standing all day did not do anything to reduce the freakiness of my dreams, and I am sorry to say that I can not recount last night's in full technicolor detail. I can however tell you that the dream ended with me serving my grandmother, who claimed to not be hungry (but I knew better) eggs and rye toast. Grandma loved the heel of rye bread and taught me to appreciate the finer things in life, like fresh rye bread heels and schmaltz on matzoh. Don't go there- I can't even think about the schmaltz thing. Bleh.
The best part about the workshop is that on day one when I whipped out some of the images from my latest series the instructor called the image I was working on "visual perfection." I just want to follow that guy around for a couple of years.
As far as good news in photography goes, from completely out of the blue I got a nibble on my thesis work. I don't want to jinx anything, but my fingers are crossed for some good news. In either case, the nibble was enough to light up my whole day and make me the happiest I've felt in a long while. I'll keep you posted.
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