Blogging from my cell is harder than I thought. It will have to do since I have absolutely no idea where my laptop pieces are. I can't say when the last time was hat I used it.

Brian has the office set ip but it's set up for his gaming and I don't want to mess with what hesh going on in there.

I recall the days when I would have my laptop open on my bed while photoshopping and Lightrooming every photon until was just as moody as I wanted it to be. I'm much more easy going with my photography now that the standard is Instagram 4x4

Don't worry, I won't be blogging about how sicias media is ruining photography. You've read that enough, ironically from your cell phone right after xhecchec your Facebook notifications. No one needs another Hail Mary opportunity. Forgive me, father for I have sinned. I text more than I call someone and I check my accounts alot more than I should. Swallow that guilt and get back to those hashtags. Once a week you should pick up a real book and unplug and tell everyone the next day how amazing you are for it.

If this is the way, I must be the most amazing humblest oerspe alive. Do you know how often I miss text messages? Phone calls? Entire group chat threads? Too many. I'm the next level disconnecting diva.

Or, jerkface. I'm sorry I am a jerk face. I don't mean to be this way. I guess it's because I am easily distracted, I forget a lot. I am wired to disconnect and float off in my own head. ImI not better than anyone because I don't always have my phone around. I'm worse.

I would like to get my computer back up and running. I want to see what just of music I syost had on my laptop. What old photos are lingering around. Back when I was all about my Flickr, I gad tons of unused photos just waiting dfo a second glance. I loved editing because it gave me time to sit in my own head while being productive and creative. I'm working on that fear of creativity.

So far this is the nostalgia time machine blog where I stsrt and finish with a sigh. Stoil with me?