This new Band of Horses CD is beautiful, but it was probably a bad idea to listen to it first thing this morning. My heart started aching, as in my chest felt like it had been kicked in with a sizable boot. *shakes head*
As I got out of the shower this morning, something strange caught my eye in the mirror. It was my face, but it looked different. Younger, in a way. It didn't look like me. Maybe faces are like fashions, after a while they start repeating. If I've reverted back to my 80s face, I hope my hair doesn't follow suit.
Trial backpack fill ended with concern last night. It may be necessary for me to share a suitcase with Dave since I'm not sure if I can carry it all in my backpack. It was pretty fat and heavy and I hadn't even added books, drugs, or toiletries. I could just leave out the clothes and buy a set of lederhosen as soon as I get there and wear them everyday. I'll blend right in, right? It's a good thing I'm fairly well insulated so I don't have to take a heavy jacket. A hat and substantial socks should be enough.
Is there such a thing as disposable clothes?
What about disposable husbands?
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In case you are unaware of the short story "Lederhosen" by Haruki Murakami, as I was until
st_lucifer alerted me of it, here is a link to it. It's worth a read even if you aren't planning on going to Germany, buy Lederhosen, or leave your husband.
http://www.geocities.jp/yoshio_osakabe/Haruki/Books/Lederhosen.html *******