I just...want to...
Sep. 23rd, 2005 09:36 am...dance.
Now, I don't dance very well. When I'm dancing by myself I usually feel ridiculous, and when I'm dancing with somebody else, I'm one of those people whose partners should wear steel-capped boots.
However, for no reason at all, today I want to dance. Maybe it has something to do with the song stuck in my head.
On to other things:
- Fixing the shutter last night involved making it even more broken than it was to begin with, mostly because I unscrewed the wrong side of the hinges and the corner that was broken but hadn't actually let go yet, promptly let go. So I started with the frame in two pieces and the louvers completely separated from the frame. At least that meant it didn't take me an hour and a half to put everything back together correctly. After I did get it all put back together, I super glued the heck out of the frame, and hung it back in the window again. It was still holding together this morning, and I managed not to super glue it to the carpet in the living room, so I'm reasonably proud of myself.
- This whole laundry situation is getting ridiculous. I'm down to the emergency backup for my emergency backup underwear, because I can't do laundry at home except on weekends and I have to give notice a day in advance so the guy living in the basement knows to leave the door unlocked. I was doing other things last weekend, anyway. I might as well just give up and start doing laundromat laundry again. (At least almost everything else I've been wearing to work lately requires dry cleaning, so I'm not out of work clothes, only out of underpinnings for work clothes.)
- Speaking of laundry, I have to fix the hem on my red skirt.
- Speaking of skirts, I read somewhere that you shouldn't wear red to a wedding. Has anybody else heard that one, and is there a reason why not?
Now, I don't dance very well. When I'm dancing by myself I usually feel ridiculous, and when I'm dancing with somebody else, I'm one of those people whose partners should wear steel-capped boots.
However, for no reason at all, today I want to dance. Maybe it has something to do with the song stuck in my head.
On to other things:
- Fixing the shutter last night involved making it even more broken than it was to begin with, mostly because I unscrewed the wrong side of the hinges and the corner that was broken but hadn't actually let go yet, promptly let go. So I started with the frame in two pieces and the louvers completely separated from the frame. At least that meant it didn't take me an hour and a half to put everything back together correctly. After I did get it all put back together, I super glued the heck out of the frame, and hung it back in the window again. It was still holding together this morning, and I managed not to super glue it to the carpet in the living room, so I'm reasonably proud of myself.
- This whole laundry situation is getting ridiculous. I'm down to the emergency backup for my emergency backup underwear, because I can't do laundry at home except on weekends and I have to give notice a day in advance so the guy living in the basement knows to leave the door unlocked. I was doing other things last weekend, anyway. I might as well just give up and start doing laundromat laundry again. (At least almost everything else I've been wearing to work lately requires dry cleaning, so I'm not out of work clothes, only out of underpinnings for work clothes.)
- Speaking of laundry, I have to fix the hem on my red skirt.
- Speaking of skirts, I read somewhere that you shouldn't wear red to a wedding. Has anybody else heard that one, and is there a reason why not?