It's dead in my head. I don't do anything anymore, I'm just some kind of robotic weirdo... No strike that. I'm just a robotic sheep, blending in the mass. It's killing me softly.
Anyways.
There was beautiful fog this morning over the St. Lawrence, around the Nuns' Island. I kicked my ass and made a small detour from my routine to take some clichés. I just hope they turn well. It'd make me good to have some good pictures taken...