Maybe tomorrow at work.

No idea. No idea what to write. What to say. I've had this nagging cold for over a week. It had about run it course when I decided to stay out after work one night, and got home a little before 11am the next morning. I spent some time lying on the floor of a studio taking pictures of friends dancing to Prince against a skylight. If one of those pictures comes out okay, it will be worth being sick. Ah, what the hell, it was worth it anyway. If we can't sacrifice a little sleep to spend time with friends, then this world is more messed up than I thought.

I just want to grab her and hold on for a second and, through that touch, transfer the power to be okay, just be at peace with herself, to be alone with herself for just a minute and be okay with that, to realize that she's an alright person to be alone with, that there's some worth to her presence, and she doesn't need to keep looking for the proof in the form of these quick fixes she that she can conjure up with whatever undefinable powers she has over so many. It shows as self confidence, at least to those who don't know better. I brought up the idea of an intervention tonight, but it's not a problem in black and white, like stop drinking, or stop shooting up.