the gym broke me.
What can I say? It was my first time working out alone, I didn't even get to do most of my routine, and yet here I am. Three days later. And my arms hurt if I move them. I also burnt my left index finger, so I can't crochet, which makes me pretty much useless right now. I'll use the time to read or something; since I've got a huge backlog of books from Christmas to read, starting with Anthony Bourdain's Les Halles Cookbook, which is the usual foul-mouthed, chest-beating stuff. I also picked up The Second Stage by the fabulous Ms. Friedan, so bring on the sisterhood. I would have preferred Backlash or The Feminine Mystique, but Twice Sold didn't have either of those in stock. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!?!>
I'm slooowly plotting out these terraced, raised beds for vegetables in the back yard, now that the landlord said it's okay. I don't really know how I'm going to build them yet, so suggestions are welcome. (Donations of physical labor next weekend or after? Even more welcome. Srsly, I'll make you a tasty dinner or give you my first-born or something.) Keep imagining drama where there is none; I am lucky in this.
I feel like I haven't had a good latte in weeks. I don't know why this is, aside from the distinct possibility that people burn their damn coffee beans when they see me walking in the door.
I'm slooowly plotting out these terraced, raised beds for vegetables in the back yard, now that the landlord said it's okay. I don't really know how I'm going to build them yet, so suggestions are welcome. (Donations of physical labor next weekend or after? Even more welcome. Srsly, I'll make you a tasty dinner or give you my first-born or something.) Keep imagining drama where there is none; I am lucky in this.
I feel like I haven't had a good latte in weeks. I don't know why this is, aside from the distinct possibility that people burn their damn coffee beans when they see me walking in the door.