xhstd.

But fine. Walking around all day, visiting dentists in the afternoon and looking at buildings in the morning. Now, don't get me wrong, I myself find buildings crushingly boring. All are alike to me, except churches and cathedrals, which I hate. However, I was told to get lots of photos because the architecture-nut parent forgot to take a camera when she was here, so I went some way towards obliging.

I assume I look like a wandering idiot whenever the camera's in my hand, because along with my characteristic ignorance of every other biped, I have been known to wander onto traffic islands¹ or spend twenty seconds taking little sidesteps in order to get the best angle. The same driving urge at one point found me down on one knee between parked cars trying to get low enough to snap a doorway with some carved head on it. The photos turn out crap anyway. Cameras don't see what my eyes do. I think the battery in Argus² is fucked, because I'm getting very little life from full-blobs chargedness to turning-itself-off powerlessness. Argus's flash remains utter crap, as always, and goes off at the most hilariously inappropriate moments.

While I remember, today's count: at least one Golden, boxer with cropped ears (boo), some kind of black herder/Dobie/something-or-other with docked tail (boo), Rottie in muzzle tied up outside a shop, three huskies also muzzled with one unknown sled-dog-looking breed without, a Yorkie, some kind of white thing, several wandering random encounters of who knows what breed, and maybe some others I've forgotten.

Read so far: Aberysthwyth Mon Amour, which I would have consented to read a damn sight sooner if Slen had told me it was hard-boiled surrealism. It was reasonably good. I read so fast I missed details and description.

Treated so far: two quarters of mouth, half of the badly cracked root fill tooth. Numb this evening: bottom right, top left.

Eyes closing, so going to bed.

¹ Retaining the presence of mind to wait for the crossing light to go green, of course, because I have a conservative view of the amount of suffering appropriate to any category of art.
² Most unoriginal name for a(n Olympus) camera ever. Except perhaps for Snappy. I've never had one called Snappy.

Slen, or mum, contact me if my eBay item arrives. (I'm ashamed to say it's more Weft-crack. (IT WAS CHEAP))