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Earlier this month, the only concern I had about this year's Halloween costume was how to avoid freezing. However, microbes had other plans. This is the first day in nine that I haven't spent the majority in bed. Let it be known that the flu is a monster this year. If you can get the inoculation through work, do so.
BUT! Wednesday itself remains for unveiling the faun. While busy fusing my vertebrae in bed with infernal heat, I decided it was an opportune time to grow the requisite goatee with nobody having to see the intervening stages...to no avail. Facial hair remains an impossibility, so this will be a clean-cut satyr. I still have two days to puzzle out how to approximate the backward-angled shins.
Non-sequitur #1: I hadn't expected David to bring back a gift from Korea. The Konglish is pleasing.
Last night, we all met up at Wayne's for a collective carving of jack-o-lanterns and screening of Arsenic and Old Lace. Only moments passed before the geek in me possessed these hands.
The Eye of Sauron (though Lynn, John, Luis, Wayne, Rico, Salar, and Sarah thought it made an equally accurate O'Keefe imitation) now balefully glares from my balcony. If I could somehow get it to follow pedestrians, I'd die happy. Blissfully happy.
NS #2: Comparing forty-hour weeks to twenty-eight is impossible. I feel far more alert these days, get in enough time for reading/studying, and still have enough slack for a social life. It seemed a stroke of luck finding this job back in May, but it's now unreal how ideally suited it is to my situation after the conversion. Impossible attractions don't hurt, either.
BUT! Wednesday itself remains for unveiling the faun. While busy fusing my vertebrae in bed with infernal heat, I decided it was an opportune time to grow the requisite goatee with nobody having to see the intervening stages...to no avail. Facial hair remains an impossibility, so this will be a clean-cut satyr. I still have two days to puzzle out how to approximate the backward-angled shins.
Non-sequitur #1: I hadn't expected David to bring back a gift from Korea. The Konglish is pleasing.
Last night, we all met up at Wayne's for a collective carving of jack-o-lanterns and screening of Arsenic and Old Lace. Only moments passed before the geek in me possessed these hands.
The Eye of Sauron (though Lynn, John, Luis, Wayne, Rico, Salar, and Sarah thought it made an equally accurate O'Keefe imitation) now balefully glares from my balcony. If I could somehow get it to follow pedestrians, I'd die happy. Blissfully happy.
NS #2: Comparing forty-hour weeks to twenty-eight is impossible. I feel far more alert these days, get in enough time for reading/studying, and still have enough slack for a social life. It seemed a stroke of luck finding this job back in May, but it's now unreal how ideally suited it is to my situation after the conversion. Impossible attractions don't hurt, either.