Please don't go outside, you're just going to get wet

Ok, ok, I really hate the humidity. I really wish I could wear shorts all the time, where that t-shirt (unbranded) and just be me. But for crying out loud, I'm a professional, I have to look decent when I pick up a job, respectable like.

Today was one of those days where I had to look respectable. I had to look decent, and it just so happened that the weather sucked. I wish I hired an assistant but it was a quick job. You can claim you don't sweat in this weather but there's no way in hell you didn't get wet. And lugging around 25 pounds in photo gear doesn't help.

Well, I got the job done, good set of pictures, edited them and sent them off to London. Now I'm tired.

On a lighter note I've finally passed the three quarter mark on John Irving's 'Until I find you' (its 900+ pages long). I must say, I did have my doubt about finishing it or even enjoying it, but it really is a good book. The story is a little, well, sexually toned something like a Murakami. So I figure with all this 'charge' I have in me I might just move onto 'Wind up bird' or Henry Miller's 'Tropic of Capicorn' after.

And other good news, I've got another subject for my 'portrait' series - Its Terrence. It should be a good picture - I mean it better be or I'll look like a total ASS. I'll probably call on Andrew too - that's if he'll let me.