A thin slice of carrot held up to the kitchen light inspired me just
Ok, when can I get back on the street and shoot something? I'm dying a
slow death inside, wishing my boss wasn't so sick and in the hospital.
Wishing I wasn't feeling so selfish right now either.
I'm thankful for having the job I have and that my boss is getting
better. Looking forward to the day he will be back in his chair
smiling at our bad jokes.