So, after our little erotic interlude, I sent my film off with my friends/fellow pornographers to be developed. However, it turns out that the film in the camera was a dud. I'm not sure what happened. I just have bad luck with cameras, entirely. This one seemed to be working just fine. The film was advancing, and it rewound itself at the end of the roll. I may bring it back to where I bought it this weekend to find out what the hell happened. I'm pretty pissed off. I invested lots of time into those pictures. I'm sort of half-worried that some perv photo-developer kept them for himself. Eep. Actually, that's a very plausible scenario, seeing as how I obviously can't blame myself for this snafu. Right?

It's 2:23 now. It's another one of those afternoons where I'm the only one upstairs, and therefore completely unmotivated to work, dontcha know. I've been spending most of the afternoon reading the message boards on ScarletTeen, which, I suppose, could be considered research.. \m/

After only a few short sentences, it's now 2:58. The afternoon is just wizzing by. I've been invited to some party-type thing at my boss's house tonight. It's like a fantasia party, only with face masks and gunk. I don't really want to go, and won't purchase anything, but I'm going on the chance that I can get a free facial. The rest of the night will be spent packing. I had the forsight to do my laundry last night, so it shouldn't be a big ordeal. Which is nice, because SURVIVOR is on!