A Visit From the Lomo Stork

Happy birthday, fisheye lomo. I'll consider today, your arrival date in a USPS Priority box sitting atop-a my mailbox, as your birthday. Before this lomo diary, not pronounced DI-uh-ree, but di-AH-ree so that it doesn't sound so gay straight gay retarded, can begin, I need to quickly finish the first roll and get it processed, which unfortunately will take over a week since I loaded Tri-X in it and it takes that long to get it processed since I don't have a home film processing set up. Until then, you can twiddle your thumbs. I am.