'Cause now I see you are not what you seem. You are a mystery to me; sometimes I just want to scream.

Back home, waiting for the sleep drugs to kick in.

I'm going to put up a couple of fair pictures. I've been a little concerned that my photography skills have been on a fast, downward slope. I feel like maybe it's because I've been so generally down. I remember the weekend Trooper Blanton was killed, I had to go shoot pictures at a wedding I was covering, and that was some of the worst photographing I've ever done. I wasn't in the headspace, you know?

But here recently, I've had a lot of trouble taking decent photographs. I'm not entirely sure what it could be, other than the fact that I'm just kind of unhappy.

I don't know. Now that I'm looking at these, I'm not really pleased with them, either. I'm also failing at writing. I wrote an article for tomorrow's paper today that was. . .kind of bad. Basically what's happening here is that I'm no longer good at anything at which I used to excel, and that's unfortunate.

On the bright side, though, Nick sent me a link to a YouTube video of Saturday Night Live's premiere beginning, and it was awesome. Michael Phelps (my ex-husband) was the host and the sketch at the very beginning was kind of awesome. Tina Fey came back to play Sarah Palin, awesomely, and during the beginning monologue, William Shatner randomly showed up. I know. Best thing ever. Kind of made my night.

I'll write my ANTM recap tomorrow, so as to have it up before the next episode airs Wednesday. I really had no idea how much time and effort these recaps took. They're fun, though, so I'll be pressing on.