I’m exhausted and have a great case of my usual airport ebola. I feel like someone stuck all my nerve endings on the outside of my body and then decided to sandblast them just for shits and giggles. Ought to make navigating my way to JFK exceptionally interesting. Time for me to crawl gingerly out of bed here, take more overpriced international ibuprofen, and to see if I can’t manage to cram some pickled fish down my throat [with coffee of course] for a late breakfast.
Although I wish I could just stay in bed and peek out at the world like this seagull. 
Yes, they have them even here in the Faroes. 
I caught this one yesterday on Mykines. The islands are very beautiful, and it looks like I’ll hafta get off my ass and finally install that photo gallery to do this round of photographs justice.
I’ll also set up some new products for Solocrow’s Online Artables once I get some free time [and a slightly speedier connection!]
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Whilst looking for an empty sketchbook to tote off to Iceland, I happened upon this essay I wrote in college for a course soporifically called “Creative Nonfiction Writing”. The hilarious part of this essay is that about 45% of it *is* actually fiction; I made up parts of it to complete the assignment [at the last minute of course]. Ha!
And yes, I’m still avoiding the onerous task of packing for this trip.
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That’s right folks, it’s time for yet another sojourn to the frosty wilds of my ancestors [Iceland, to be more specific]. Today I should be packing — tomorrow, I should be leaving. I bet I decide to multitask tomorrow. *screams silently into the aether*
More wailing, gnashing of teeth, and updates to follow my procrastination progress later.
[Oh, and that's a photo I took last year in Thingvellir].
I’ve got mine out. Where’s yours?
Enjoy these random uke youtubes. Uketubes? Nyuknyuk. 
I have some noodling [no, not the kind involving fish grabbing] to do.
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