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dchenesCold soba noodles were invented for weather like this.
We had severe thunderstorm warnings last night, but the storms we got weren't particularly severe. We got about half an hour of storms every couple of hours between 6 PM and 1 AM.
I went to the public library yesterday and on the way home I was overcome with a sudden urge to go find somewhere to sit under a tree and read. I settled for a bench in the parklet by the river, but even if it wasn't quite under a tree, it was nice anyway. I also indulged myself to the extent of a bottle of grape soda, which I do about once every other summer. I don't know why I want grape soda every so often, because it certainly doesn't have any nutritional value, and I never had it as a kid (my parents didn't let us drink any soda other than ginger ale at home). Maybe it's a leftover from childhood, when consumption of things that made your tongue funny colors was great stuff? I don't know.
Anyway, it was Stewart's grape soda, and it hit the spot.
For the first time in my life, I care about tan lines. Only because a t-shirt tan is going to look absurd with a sleeveless bridesmaid's dress, though. I'm not much for consciously trying to get a tan, unless I'm at the beach and I want to look like I didn't spend my entire vacation hiding under a rock, and painting myself orange with self-tanning gunk is silly. So most of the time, I get whatever tan I can get from walking around in summer clothes.
I hear a cleaning fit calling me. It's been calling me ever since the other day when I discovered why you shouldn't leave an electric pencil sharpener on the floor where you can kick it by accident, and if you're going to do that, you'd better own a vacuum cleaner (which I do). I might as well vacuum the rest of the apartment.
We had severe thunderstorm warnings last night, but the storms we got weren't particularly severe. We got about half an hour of storms every couple of hours between 6 PM and 1 AM.
I went to the public library yesterday and on the way home I was overcome with a sudden urge to go find somewhere to sit under a tree and read. I settled for a bench in the parklet by the river, but even if it wasn't quite under a tree, it was nice anyway. I also indulged myself to the extent of a bottle of grape soda, which I do about once every other summer. I don't know why I want grape soda every so often, because it certainly doesn't have any nutritional value, and I never had it as a kid (my parents didn't let us drink any soda other than ginger ale at home). Maybe it's a leftover from childhood, when consumption of things that made your tongue funny colors was great stuff? I don't know.
Anyway, it was Stewart's grape soda, and it hit the spot.
For the first time in my life, I care about tan lines. Only because a t-shirt tan is going to look absurd with a sleeveless bridesmaid's dress, though. I'm not much for consciously trying to get a tan, unless I'm at the beach and I want to look like I didn't spend my entire vacation hiding under a rock, and painting myself orange with self-tanning gunk is silly. So most of the time, I get whatever tan I can get from walking around in summer clothes.
I hear a cleaning fit calling me. It's been calling me ever since the other day when I discovered why you shouldn't leave an electric pencil sharpener on the floor where you can kick it by accident, and if you're going to do that, you'd better own a vacuum cleaner (which I do). I might as well vacuum the rest of the apartment.
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Date: 2004-06-15 12:24 pm (UTC)it loosens that little knot of tension that can follow you around.
of course, once cleaned, things rapidly become unso...but eh.