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34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
Yes, I still have a stuffed animal. His name is Drool Bear (bet you can't guess why!) and I still sleep with him. He's brown and ... that's about it, I guess. There's nothing very distinctive about him. I don't need to sleep with him but he acts as a small pillow that I hug in my sleep. The same thing is accomplished with a balled up sweatshirt or a thinner pillow when I'm somewhere without him. I do much the same when I sleep sitting up, like on a plane. I don't know what to do with my arms and feel most comfortable with them folded in front of me and holding something helps so my arms don't get strained. When I was in school I'd sleep sitting up against a wall holding books.
I have a busy day tomorrow, for once. The TV station film crew is coming to get some shots of the manufacturing floor, then we're going out to the owner's house for shots of an installed door. I'm also going to drop off a dozen bags of blankets and bleach to the SPCA that were bought from donations from customers.
AND I'm trying to get ANOTHER small booklet done for the home show next week in the next province over. We're printing it, I think, but I'll need to have it stapled like a magazine by someone like Staples and I still have three pages to build before I can start printing it. I can't even get the thing approved until Monday because the owner's out of the office so I'll have one day to get it approved, printed, and stapled properly because everyone's leaving Tuesday for the show.
I'm making great progress on my cross stitch, although I've already messed up the count a few times. Eh, whatever. It's a butterfly so if it's a little off I don't think it'll show in the end. Counting is hard, yo.
This weekend I'll sort through the 50+ tabs I have open from sorting through my friends' list as I realized last night I hadn't checked it in over a week. My bad.
Yes, I still have a stuffed animal. His name is Drool Bear (bet you can't guess why!) and I still sleep with him. He's brown and ... that's about it, I guess. There's nothing very distinctive about him. I don't need to sleep with him but he acts as a small pillow that I hug in my sleep. The same thing is accomplished with a balled up sweatshirt or a thinner pillow when I'm somewhere without him. I do much the same when I sleep sitting up, like on a plane. I don't know what to do with my arms and feel most comfortable with them folded in front of me and holding something helps so my arms don't get strained. When I was in school I'd sleep sitting up against a wall holding books.
I have a busy day tomorrow, for once. The TV station film crew is coming to get some shots of the manufacturing floor, then we're going out to the owner's house for shots of an installed door. I'm also going to drop off a dozen bags of blankets and bleach to the SPCA that were bought from donations from customers.
AND I'm trying to get ANOTHER small booklet done for the home show next week in the next province over. We're printing it, I think, but I'll need to have it stapled like a magazine by someone like Staples and I still have three pages to build before I can start printing it. I can't even get the thing approved until Monday because the owner's out of the office so I'll have one day to get it approved, printed, and stapled properly because everyone's leaving Tuesday for the show.
I'm making great progress on my cross stitch, although I've already messed up the count a few times. Eh, whatever. It's a butterfly so if it's a little off I don't think it'll show in the end. Counting is hard, yo.
This weekend I'll sort through the 50+ tabs I have open from sorting through my friends' list as I realized last night I hadn't checked it in over a week. My bad.