My TV is haunted. It needs an exorcist - but I really do need to stop thinking of tv as a pet.
Basically I am homesick. In missing home I tend to read tons of nYC blogs, practice music and write a bunch of songs to share when i return. I guess what I miss is the pull between collective anonymity and collaboration that NYC offers . Here in DR women are constantly harassed, you can't go out unless you are amongst friends and pullling out a camera in public draws a lot of stares.
To comfort me my friend Casey sent me a pic of a bologna eating kittie. Somehow it worked.
I think I will take a walk and look for a camera store - need a charger.
-k
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