my forehead feels sweaty. poop.

i guess i feel that i should write something here.... but i don't know what to write. i guess i could start by describingmy surroundings.

i'm sitting although at times i may roam.
i'm also attached. in more ways than you can imagine.
I'm wearing my desk..... but i can't complain that i have nothing to wear.
ok.... surroundings. there is straw colouresd grass.... its pretty much dry so i guess its straw? amongst this grass there are trees, native specimens and introduced ones too. there is an old office. i could bne in there but im not. but thats ok cause i've got alll i need. i'm strapped into my office as my office is strapped to me.


i'm going to stand up now. but first i'm going to put the CF card back into the camera, Funny though... how you have become a single identity. as opposed to whats really going on.... i know there are millions of you...... but now now, only one at a time.