Spent about half an hour looking at old photos while trying to find something suitable for my CV. Didn't really find any, just got my mood down. Lately I really hate looking at old stuff. Me tired, me smiling, me with all those people that once I considered friends and some of which I had painful break-ups and most drifted away or striver forward leaving me behind. Every time I tell myself I should just put them on a CD and stash them away and every time can't bring myself to.