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So! I got back from Mexico City a couple of days ago. (If you asked me and I said it was the 21st, I was wrong, it was the 24th. I think. Has anyone else noticed that dates get fuzzy in August? Or is that just me? Being intrinsically fuzzy? Any rate, I'm back now.)
A question for the masses. Can I get a head-count of people who want to see posts/photos about the rest of the trip? There was interesting stuff that happened and pictures that got taken, but comments waned as the trip went on, so I suspect some people stopped reading the "Chile, Day Million and Six: I ate food, took some pictures of a pretty building, and tripped on a sociopolitically significant garden hose" things. (Hell, I know I stopped reading them.)
My family has seen most of the photos and heard most of the stories, I think, so if no one's interested I might just leave it hanging. But if three or four people are still curious I'll carry on.
Uh... other than that, nothing very thrilling to report. I bought a boatload of pretty clothes at the Goodwill yesterday. I think thrift-store haunting is becoming an addiction. Luckily, at $3.50 per dress, it's not a very expensive one. Somebody stop me when my closet gets too full, though, okay?
I also got my first-ever cavities filled today. Sometime in early adolescence my father dubbed me the Tooth Virgin, as I was the only member of the family who hadn't had a filling. But lo, my pedestal has cracked, along with two of my back left lower molars. Now that the feeling is finally back on that side of my face (it took a double anesthetic), my whole jaw ACHES like hell, and I've made the unpleasant discovery that at some point in the course of not-being-able-to-feel-my-tongue I must have bitten it REALLY hard. Because it's got a big hole in it. OW.
Cream-of-something-vegetal soup for dinner tonight, I think.
.... Um. Okay. THIS POST OF INANITY IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MONTH OF AUGUST. NORMAL BRAIN FUNCTION WILL RESUME WITH COOLER WEATHER AND A REGULAR SCHEDULE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND INATTENTION.
ETA: Oh, wait, I remembered something that's actually significant. I went back to the psychiatrist who prescribed me the meds, and I'm on a higher dosage now. Should help. We'll see.
Although I'm disappointed to let go of the 37.5 milligram dosage. It was such a cheeringly quixotic number.
A question for the masses. Can I get a head-count of people who want to see posts/photos about the rest of the trip? There was interesting stuff that happened and pictures that got taken, but comments waned as the trip went on, so I suspect some people stopped reading the "Chile, Day Million and Six: I ate food, took some pictures of a pretty building, and tripped on a sociopolitically significant garden hose" things. (Hell, I know I stopped reading them.)
My family has seen most of the photos and heard most of the stories, I think, so if no one's interested I might just leave it hanging. But if three or four people are still curious I'll carry on.
Uh... other than that, nothing very thrilling to report. I bought a boatload of pretty clothes at the Goodwill yesterday. I think thrift-store haunting is becoming an addiction. Luckily, at $3.50 per dress, it's not a very expensive one. Somebody stop me when my closet gets too full, though, okay?
I also got my first-ever cavities filled today. Sometime in early adolescence my father dubbed me the Tooth Virgin, as I was the only member of the family who hadn't had a filling. But lo, my pedestal has cracked, along with two of my back left lower molars. Now that the feeling is finally back on that side of my face (it took a double anesthetic), my whole jaw ACHES like hell, and I've made the unpleasant discovery that at some point in the course of not-being-able-to-feel-my-tongue I must have bitten it REALLY hard. Because it's got a big hole in it. OW.
Cream-of-something-vegetal soup for dinner tonight, I think.
.... Um. Okay. THIS POST OF INANITY IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MONTH OF AUGUST. NORMAL BRAIN FUNCTION WILL RESUME WITH COOLER WEATHER AND A REGULAR SCHEDULE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND INATTENTION.
ETA: Oh, wait, I remembered something that's actually significant. I went back to the psychiatrist who prescribed me the meds, and I'm on a higher dosage now. Should help. We'll see.
Although I'm disappointed to let go of the 37.5 milligram dosage. It was such a cheeringly quixotic number.