| Current mood: |  sore |
| Current music: | "Somebody to Love" - Queen |
Ooh! The Irrigation Room!
Reading Harry Potter always makes me so happy.
In other news, the a-mail was sent. I just hope he feels free to take as much time as I did...
Speaking of mail, we got the letter from the OP today with a gift certificate for a free pizza as compensation for the kerfuffle we went through on Friday. Did I mention that it was Tim Mom complained to, and on the same day that he'd reached out to me after all these years? Well if the name "Tim" he gave her didn't confirm it, the letter did. And what's really weird is that his handwriting is EXACTLY the same as mine and I'd NEVER realized it before. It's actually kind of startling how similar they are. You can be sure I'll be in my room tonight scribbling out my mom's name and address a few thousand times just so I can compare. That's just the kind of girl I am--the creeper you've come to know and love. And be creeped out by.
And fuck you, Blurty, "creeped" is too a word.
I've been doing my six miles a day thing again since Sunday. For some reason the Gazelle part is getting a little tedious, but that can't stop me from doing it. My toes are starting to feel like they're twisting. I'm not sure that falls into the "no pain no gain" category, but what am I supposed to do, get toe braces? Oh, and my teeth have started hurting. Like either cavity or (yikes) wisdom teeth hurting, and I believe it's the later. Then again what do I know--I thought my wisdom teeth were coming in four years ago and wound up with an emergency root canal. Oh God.
Today Eugene stopped his van in front of me while we were walking, and for a moment I was really confused. I'd forgotten just how much he looks like Papa. Kind of made my day a little.
Oh, and on my way through the cemetery I noticed Jim-O on one side of the path lounging on his lawn mower and talking to a man in a truck or SUV on the other side. As I passed in between them, I looked up and Jim was flashing the peace sign again, so I laughed and nodded. "Two," he said. "She's got two today. Some days she has two dogs, other days just one of 'em. And sometimes she doesn't have any when they have the day off." The other man laughed. Cute.
I've felt really bloated lately. I feel like I have to use the bathroom all the time, but when I get there, not much of anything happens. Great. Just great. Whatever happened to those Olean diarrhea chips of yesteryear? Could really go for some of those right about now.
Well this ended up a lot more disgusting than I was anticipating.
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