With what little I had, I managed to set up a studio of sort (see setup). Since the Economics workbook I used as the backdrop isn't that big, it took me quite some time getting the right shot. The fact that my 18-70mm lens isn't exactly made for macro shots didn't help either. In case you want to know, three boxes of raisins were sacrificed in the making of this shot; they ended up in my stomach.

The other day, I had my first few puffs of smoke. Papa and Mama, before you folks start freaking out, let it be known that it wasn't an act of teenage rebellion; I'm too old for that. Rest assured too that I'm not about to make smoking a habit; I know all too well about addiction and what it entails.

You see, I have something of a substance-abuse problem; I'm addicted to raisins. Particularly those that come in amazingly cute mini boxes. I liked raisins as a kid but hadn't had them for ages until last week. My first raisin in years was heavenly; very unlike my first puff of smoke. I was hooked before long. Nowadays, I twitch and can't think straight if I don't have my at least twice-a-day raisin fix. I hate to admit it, but I'm under the clemency of the greedy corporation that produces those bloody good raisins. Heck, at the rate I'm spending on raisins, I could get the PowerBook in a few months.

The only minor consolation I have is that raisins aren't known to harm bodily functions. I take comfort in knowing that my unnatural amount of raisins intake is not likely to harm my lungs and make me dumb. Unless of course the raisins are genetically modified to work like tobacco. Hmm, maybe that explains the addiction.