Bouts of depression blow: there aren’t two ways around it. But what’s really worse than the whole feeling like utter crap – swimming up stream – crying at the drop of a hat for no good reason – wanting to do nothing but sleep ball of wax is the fact that I can’t remember a damn thing from one day to the next.
I found a really neat camera case online this weekend (was it Saturday or Sunday? I don’t know.) Sort of neoprene, wrap thing that would accomodate both the auto-winder I have and the camera body with a lens. Came in all kinds of bright colors, all of which reversed to black. And I’ll be god damned if I can remember where, or even the search I used to get to the web site I saw this on.
And if I’m like this in my mid-30s, what’s another 20 years of up and down gonna do to my memory? I’m really not looking forward to the day when I have to carry an index card around that has my home address and phone number written on it.