Holy Shit
We just hired the NPPA Photographer of the Year as our bureau photog in Portland. Check out his tape. The fourth story is so well-told, it made me cry. (Of course, I'm also rather emotionally unstable lately.) The last story's a tearjerker, too. I'm not sure what posessed this guy to come here. (He obviously didn't talk to me.) But I'm not going to complain (for once.)

At Least I Don't Hit Moving Objects
Due to my lack of depth perception, I managed to scrape the side of my relatively new car against a large concrete post in my building's parking garage. This is the second time I've done so....though in a different spot on my car and against a different concrete post. The first time it was embarassing. Now it's simply comical. Next time....and let's all be honest with ourselves, at this rate, chances are there will be a next time....laugh riot.

Countdown
Mizzou vs. Gonzaga at Key Arena: One Week
Trip to Texas to See Julie/Andrea: One Week and Two Days
Trip Home: Three Weeks and Five Days
End of Contract: One Year, Nine Months and Two Days....Shit.