It's 3 a.m

It's 3 in the morning. I've spent the past 6 and a half hours taking pictures.

Of myself. For another project. I'm getting really tired of looking at me. I never really like looking at me to begin with and having to look at myself over and over again for 6 hours knowing there is only going to be more fun filled Erica hours to come in the dark room only adds to my disgust.

One person should not be forced to stare at themselves for such a long period of time. It's unhealthy. I'm starting to see things....blemishes, scars, stretch marks, hair,etc...that I know will never be noticed by anyone but me. And maybe someone else who decides staring at me for 6 hours is amusing, but I highly doubt I'll ever come across that person. At any rate......No one else may ever notice my new found faults, but I know they are there. Just like dust bunnies and dog food under the fridge, and it will annoy me just as much.

Speaking of annoying me. After 6 hours the above picture is all I got that was worth anything. So... let's see that makes this particular photograph worth $300 if I were charging by the hour.