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Apr. 22nd, 2001 03:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxI just got home about an hour ago.
I got up around 5PM (which was actually not a ton of sleep... enough to get by, though). Took a shower, called B., generally got ready to go out. I wore my new dress & my big boots & actually curled my hair so it would do something, as we were considering going dancing. Since we were leaving a bit early for that, we decided to go to one of the big Orlando bookstores first. His current obsession is Mabel Normand (a comedienne of silent films who worked with Mack Sennett & Fatty Arbuckle a lot & was involved in 3 big scandals). Oh, and being a groovy boy, he remembered to bring the Pixies cds he burned for me a few months ago. Yay!
A woman was performing there at the store... she wasn't bad... she was doing some kind of jazzy/folky act, & her speaker was right above my head, so her high notes kind of hurt. I looked at knitting books and B mocked me, so I offered to teach him to knit so that he would have something to occupy him while he spends seven months of the year watching Red Sox games. We both had coffee and got sandwiches with bacon on them (turkey club croissant for me, BLT for him).
By the time we left, neither of us was feeling that great, so we headed to the Virgin Megastore to sit around and see if anything was going to improve. It hasn't... I feel really nauseous, and he almost threw up in the car on the way back. So either both of us didn't do well with coffee (a possibility), or the bacon was off. That's all I can think of. Bleah. Now I am sitting here eating soup. I don't feel sick, but I do feel "under the weather". I did have about as good a time as can be expected when queasy.
I found an inexpensive book on Cavalier King Charles Spaniels and brought it home; if we decide not to get a dog, I can always take it back. I also got milk and icecream at the convenience store close to home.
now I am just feeling kind of warm and achy.
This is my Mokey. I am going to sit with him. Girl meets monkey & feels consoled. He goes on long car rides with me, & sits with me when I don't feel good. He is a good little monkey, and never very curious, as he is inanimate.
I got up around 5PM (which was actually not a ton of sleep... enough to get by, though). Took a shower, called B., generally got ready to go out. I wore my new dress & my big boots & actually curled my hair so it would do something, as we were considering going dancing. Since we were leaving a bit early for that, we decided to go to one of the big Orlando bookstores first. His current obsession is Mabel Normand (a comedienne of silent films who worked with Mack Sennett & Fatty Arbuckle a lot & was involved in 3 big scandals). Oh, and being a groovy boy, he remembered to bring the Pixies cds he burned for me a few months ago. Yay!
A woman was performing there at the store... she wasn't bad... she was doing some kind of jazzy/folky act, & her speaker was right above my head, so her high notes kind of hurt. I looked at knitting books and B mocked me, so I offered to teach him to knit so that he would have something to occupy him while he spends seven months of the year watching Red Sox games. We both had coffee and got sandwiches with bacon on them (turkey club croissant for me, BLT for him).
By the time we left, neither of us was feeling that great, so we headed to the Virgin Megastore to sit around and see if anything was going to improve. It hasn't... I feel really nauseous, and he almost threw up in the car on the way back. So either both of us didn't do well with coffee (a possibility), or the bacon was off. That's all I can think of. Bleah. Now I am sitting here eating soup. I don't feel sick, but I do feel "under the weather". I did have about as good a time as can be expected when queasy.
I found an inexpensive book on Cavalier King Charles Spaniels and brought it home; if we decide not to get a dog, I can always take it back. I also got milk and icecream at the convenience store close to home.
now I am just feeling kind of warm and achy.
This is my Mokey. I am going to sit with him. Girl meets monkey & feels consoled. He goes on long car rides with me, & sits with me when I don't feel good. He is a good little monkey, and never very curious, as he is inanimate.
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Date: 2001-04-22 02:07 am (UTC)rock!
Date: 2001-04-22 03:54 am (UTC)my mom and I argue about him... I claim the pompoms are a mohawk and goatee, she claims they're the pompom on the "hat" created by the white area, and a bow tie. He is store-bought.
I have two kits... one is a bookstore-sold generic "sock monkey" kit made for pre-teens, supposed to take about three hours. He comes with a felt vest; I'm going to make him a matching fez when I finish him.
The other kit is a miniature thing from a craft store, to make a "baby" sock monkey who holds a teddybear and wears a little nightcap. Very bizarre, yet endearing. The same company makes things like a kit for a girl sock monkey in a fairy costume, which I really found too disturbing to pursue.
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Date: 2001-04-22 07:22 am (UTC)cute monkie!!