1. I mentioned receiving an email asking permission to publish my photo of the Brookfield Place (an honour considering how many people photograph there) but yesterday it was confirmed that it was used and published. I didn't mention it in my post because it didn't seem that important but since they do provide full credit I've been given invaluable exposure. One person would like to use me as a model (which I don't actually think I'll do) and another would like to hire me for a photoshoot of her son next week. This is an incredible honour as this woman is an interior designer and selects art for clients and not only wants a few prints but wants me to this? I'm speechless. I'm also very, very nervous as he's quite disabled. He can't walk on his own and can barely speak and the only portraits I've done that turned out were of those I felt some form of a connection with. She feels he would connect to me though I don't know why. I'm not sure if it's autism but I have zero experience with that sort of thing. I'm thinking of offering to do his portraits for free instead because I don't feel confident in my abilities at all.

2. For anyone who enjoys little furry rat babies, follow the blog I made for the new rescue crew! It sounds lame but they'll need homes and who am I to deny the power of the internet?

http://blitzentherat.wordpress.com/

Apparently the best cure for wanting to curl up into a little ball and sinking into a nonexistent hole in the floor is a combination of many things. First, a Bernese Mountain Dog puppy must visit and give you lots of licks and challenge you to a wrestling match. Then, making sure you're removed from the scene of the crime, have a good gigglefest with your housemates. Meeting Anne for coffee was wonderful because med school's completely stolen her social life away, also because it challenged me to leave the apartment. That in itself was something, though I walked to the cafe alone. It seems yesterday was full of angst for a lot of people...

Anne: I think the planets are all off kilter. Everyone's having a day from hell today. *lists a bunch of examples*
me: Should we even go out? I'm scared someone's going to spit in my hot chocolate.
Anne: If they do I'll take out their kneecaps.

To appreciate that it would be important to know that Anne is a very small girl, not to mention very sweet, but gosh I wouldn't doubt that threat. She talked about it all with me and tried to make me realize those peoples' opinions don't matter. That what they did was very petty, childish, and low. So small and sad that it's not worth thinking about. She said the only opinion of you that matters is the one you have of yourself. Now to believe this.


my first white hot chocolate of 2009! (with Anne's coffee)

A trip to the store with Rebecca and Lindsay led to the sort of laughter where you can't breathe and you're holding your sides from pain that you don't actually wish will go away. We raced through parking lots in shopping carts acting half our age but I honestly believe everyone needs to do that once in a while. We curled up with junk food and a good movie and I felt worlds away from how I felt the night before.