MODELS BOUNCING THRU MY APARTMENT

My wife's photoshoot marathon started this morning @ 9am and went until 9pm. I spent most of my day reading and taking naps and hanging at the cafe. I wanted to go see Wings of Desire @ the Castro b/c I've never seen that film on the big screen, but I was too damn tired. Maybe I'm fighting a bug or something.

I started a story based on my camping trips my mom would take me on as a kid. She would go with her church buddies to Folsom Lake with the other mothers who had kids the same age as me. I'm focusing on the bees that would swarm around us whenever we drank soda or had food. We were 7 years old and our moms would make us stand completely still so the bees wouldn't sting us. The bees would be circling all around our mostly naked bodies while we stood catatonic. I think it's going to work really well to play on the theme of having the flight response but having to stand still while danger swarms around you. It may work well as a political piece regarding the helplessness we feel living in the USA while our corrupt politicians swarm around us with propoganda so they can shoot their spooge whenever they feel like it.

It depresses me I didn't know I could've been a dual citizen of Norway and USA until it was too late. I need an escape plan. No,

I need hugs.
I feel like everytime I take one step forward I take two steps back.

Necesito abrazos.
Me siento como cada vez que me tomo a un paso adelante tomo dos medidas detrás.