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lectrix_lectiGoing out for drinks with A Good Friend is faintly ridiculous the day before the hen party I so reluctantly agreed to let Another Good Friend arrange. I did however manage to go home before I got drunk, which was quite impressive, considering that tonight turned out to be one of my biannual "beer tastes good for once" happenings.
I hope they're not planning on giving me beer tomorrow. Hard liquor, please.
Got a (cheap) garment bag today, and a tripod. Purchasing the latter means that maybe I can get the damn macro/supermacro down. The days of the shaky hands fucking up the focus are over.
I also went and had a long and interesting talk with my boss, got overly excited because of what I'm supposed to do this autumn and have basically acted as hyper as I'm able to all day. Highly unusual beaming and bouncing has occurred. White chocolate mocca might temporarily have had something to do with that.
On a not so happy note, my oldest friend's father has had a brain haemorrhage today, which means that she can't come tomorrow. Bugger. And yes, I'm completely selfish about this and only think it's a pity because he can't babysit her son. Truth be told, I've never liked her father.
Bed. Wake up early tomorrow and kick boyfriend out to buy a suit (does this sound familiar,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
she_dragon?). Play with camera and tripod. Play with friends. Yeah.
Oh, and there's this.
I hope they're not planning on giving me beer tomorrow. Hard liquor, please.
Got a (cheap) garment bag today, and a tripod. Purchasing the latter means that maybe I can get the damn macro/supermacro down. The days of the shaky hands fucking up the focus are over.
I also went and had a long and interesting talk with my boss, got overly excited because of what I'm supposed to do this autumn and have basically acted as hyper as I'm able to all day. Highly unusual beaming and bouncing has occurred. White chocolate mocca might temporarily have had something to do with that.
On a not so happy note, my oldest friend's father has had a brain haemorrhage today, which means that she can't come tomorrow. Bugger. And yes, I'm completely selfish about this and only think it's a pity because he can't babysit her son. Truth be told, I've never liked her father.
Bed. Wake up early tomorrow and kick boyfriend out to buy a suit (does this sound familiar,
she_dragon?). Play with camera and tripod. Play with friends. Yeah.Oh, and there's this.
