I keep meaning to do something with the pictures I took in India but then everytime I look at them I feel this...guilt? I don't know.
I haven't really written about the trip anywhere and part of me feels that it's important I do. I keep thinking about it but not really processing the meaning behind it. I keep dreaming about the heat. That's weird, right? What an odd thing to take away.

Meanwhile work has been piling up. There's those two graphic jobs I'm just sitting on. it's hard to complete something when the request comes without a deadline. Not very professional of me, I know.