I had a very hard time coming up with a photo for today.
I also had a very hard time thinking straight and logically today, particularly this evening. I was decomposing for a few hours, not too long ago. Rough night.
I thought maybe I'll only upload a picture of something when it's actually blogworthy. Then I thought maybe I should just delete all the photo-a-day evidence and pretend it never happened; if anyone claimed that I was doing the project, I would just claim that the whole thing was one big hallucination.
During the aftermath, where I slowly pull myself together into a functioning, responsive, calm human being, my dad brought me some crumpets on a paper plate.
One of them was buttered, the other had what we call "just jam" on it, because it's just jam, and nothing more. It didn't occur to me that this would end up being my picture for the day until I had already devoured the just jam and butter crumpets.
Then there was this funny tasting shriveled up fruity Fig Newton-esque cookie that I nibbled at. Not my kind of cookie, unfortunately. But I got a laugh out of it.
Maybe if I take a picture of that stupid funny little cookie, that'll be my picture for the day.
At which point, I figured it's days like this that make the photo-a-day challenge harder than it sounds. For chrissake, that's why they call it a challenge. Especially when you're posting it on the internet every day.
That ugly odd-tasting fruit cookie was my special crumb of happiness today.
Nothing too significant.
My dad then mentioned, just moments before I started typing this on my phone, that he knows only one other person who's attempted and finished a very similar photo-a-day project. That person is his age, wicked smaht, and always has something to say about anything and everything.
Welp, Bradley, I feel your pain. This is a difficult task.