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10/21/2006

Today I woke up at 2 p.m. and only because Chris called during his lunch break with a hankering for mexican food. With my cloudy head and puffy eyes I thought that sounded like a swell idea. I rubbed in vain at the sheet scars on my face and wore long sleeves so people wouldn't look at my arms in horror and whisper "fire". There was also teeth brushing.
Off I went! I ate a chimichanga and consumed two huge fountain drinks in record time (everyone knows there's nothing better than ice cold fountain drinks when you wake up at 2 p.m.). I'm sure we talked of important things like politics, and pangea, and my swollen eyelids.
And now? Now I'm thinking that mexican food that soon after rising was not a good idea at all. It's 3 p.m. and I've been amongst the living for an hour. I really want to go back to bed.

A list
... cause it's been awhile.

• I have to consciously force myself not to start every single one of my posts with "So, ...". I'm a good writer, I is.

• I have a grey hair. It is five inches long and very angry looking. It has situated itself in prime territory- front and center and next to the part. It means business and I can't bring myself to pull it.

• Today is "organize the studio day" and it will be so lovely. I'm doing my best to cull through my supplies and send all the rejects to better more productive homes on freecycle.com, but i just keep thinking of so many great uses for book repair tape and 30 year old gold powdered pigment.
If anyone in the area wants a giant rubbermaid filled with broken dinner plates, please let me know cause I am not moving that sucker again.

• Nov. 29th is my first dentist appointment in 2 years and I'm deathly afraid that the dentist will yell at me for my receding gums. I've gone into preparation mode. On top of my regular oral care routine, I've been swigging listerine three times a day, flossing like it's going out of style and gargling with salt water, all in a desperate attempt to reverse the effects of hard brushing. I just found out that this could be making the situation worse. Now I just feel lost. Stupid gums.

• The political campaign I'm working on just took a turn for the dirty. Should make for an interesting work week. And give my an ulcer. Oh politics, you are a harsh mistress. Wish I... could write ... more... argh....

Labels: life

posted at 3:08 PM

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2 Comments:

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By Marissa, at 10/21/2006 5:16 PM

I had my first white hair at..oh, 12.

Now the Boyfriend entertains himself by pulling the most obvious ones out.

I'm 26. Just shoot me now. :P

By Anonymous, at 1/14/2007 7:59 PM