it's chill enough now that i've gotta wear my long pantsy pjs. sunday was the first day all summer that i wore long pants, not counting weddings/formal occasions. *sigh* i suppose that technically, according to hallmark and the like, sunday wasn't any day of the summer at all, it being post labor day. boo. i'm refusing to give up the sandals, partly on stubborn principal/wishful thinking, partly cuz my castness makes shoeing myself were laces are involved less than expedient.
in past years, the weather's been kind enough to allow a nahant trip as late as columbus day weekend...
i'm just sayin~
still almost two weeks to go with the short arm cast. i'm on my second of the two cannisters i ordered and can feel it approaching empty. i ordered another couple cannisters of castblast this weekend.
my hair continues to grow wild, relatively speaking. i'm being a miser about paying for a shearing and for the past few days have sunk to a "product" solution, digging out the one bottle of gel i bought sometime in the 90s, maybe even back in college, and putting it to conservative use. never been a fan of the stuff.
this past saturday, i just couldn't take it anymore. those who know me know, i'm no neat freak, but i absolutely *had* to break out the vacuum and give my room and the hallway a decent suckin'. the process took a bit longer and was a lot noisier than usual. going lefty had me sweeping the vacuum by touch, donchaknow, bumping it into almost everything that it could bump into. and—bonus!—moving furniture and boxes or piles of stuff out of the way and then back was more of a chore as well.
can you tell i'm up late against my will? unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep...? bleah.
you know what would make me really sad right now? the opening and/or closing credits to TAXI, the sitcom. next to the sad walking away hitchhiking theme from THE INCREDIBLE HULK, the saddest music on television...
keep on keepin on~
p.s. thanks to paris jen rn for some distractions, including some button-pushing archival televisional snacks, and a sad and serious visit to children in new orleans...
p.p.s. do you fancy a career in photography? in a discussion with superjess earlier today, career changing came up, which led me to dig up this gem...
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