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Jan. 17th, 2019 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI just never ever learn, that's all. The Drama Llama (aka the Notorious Mooch, on FB; I might just be thoroughly sick of him) got $10 off me this morning, because I was trying to be a nice person even though he's one of the last people I feel like being nice to. Fortunately I am now in a financial situation that won't miss the $10, but I shouldn't encourage him, either. And at this instant minute I has a hangry, which is not helping things.
However, on the good side, there's a box of coffee table parts at home, waiting for me to turn them into a coffee table tonight or tomorrow. And then I'll be able to liberate the end of the kitchen table, and we'll see where things go from there. The rusty old unseasoned cookie sheets are definitely going away, but the rusty old seasoned cast iron frying pan is probably salvageable.
Also on the good side, I forgot I had scheduled my January massage for earlier in the month, so it's tomorrow instead of next week. I haven't tied any really unsolvable knots in myself lately, that I'm aware of. Last month I went in with both hips in serious trouble.
I meant to sign up for a pool session this weekend, but if we're going to get a snowpocalypse, it's probably just as well that I didn't. I've got to get back in the pool soon, though, before I forget everything I ever knew about neutral buoyancy.
Good night, Milo. He was the longest-legged cat I've ever met. He belonged to a friend of mine from chorus, and last night he curled up behind a chair and left his body there while he went somewhere else. I think I may have to go home and feed cheese to the Hairy Beasts tonight just because.
However, on the good side, there's a box of coffee table parts at home, waiting for me to turn them into a coffee table tonight or tomorrow. And then I'll be able to liberate the end of the kitchen table, and we'll see where things go from there. The rusty old unseasoned cookie sheets are definitely going away, but the rusty old seasoned cast iron frying pan is probably salvageable.
Also on the good side, I forgot I had scheduled my January massage for earlier in the month, so it's tomorrow instead of next week. I haven't tied any really unsolvable knots in myself lately, that I'm aware of. Last month I went in with both hips in serious trouble.
I meant to sign up for a pool session this weekend, but if we're going to get a snowpocalypse, it's probably just as well that I didn't. I've got to get back in the pool soon, though, before I forget everything I ever knew about neutral buoyancy.
Good night, Milo. He was the longest-legged cat I've ever met. He belonged to a friend of mine from chorus, and last night he curled up behind a chair and left his body there while he went somewhere else. I think I may have to go home and feed cheese to the Hairy Beasts tonight just because.
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Date: 2019-01-18 12:19 pm (UTC)you can save that frying pan!