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green_dreamsWell, I *was* just going to get up to feed the cats, and then curl up for another hour or so. 15'C[1] is weather made for not having to deal with.
Plan has been changed due to lower left rib apparently being kicked in by invisible ninja horse. Stupid muscle cramps.
Biked down to MEC yesterday, saw three spots on the route down where you could still see the ghost of former store signs painted on red brick buildings. Must go back with camera.
Cats squabbling. Lightly.
Coffee is in order if rib does not stop hurting soon.
May have to throw out a book. Am traumatized. (Don't laugh, I've never done this before.) My copy of /The Stand/, aside from being beat to shit[2], having the cover shattering and falling off, being decorated with (arguably) functional scotch tape, etcetera, was recently hairballed. I do not think it is salvageable, and it's not in condition good enough to pass on to anywhere else. Must go check the library bookstore--there was a copy there for $0.75 last week. Same edition and everything, much better condition.
There's something else I was meaning to say, can't remember what...
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[1] Fifty-nine, to you strange southern types. Not Celcius, obviously.
[2] A highly technical term, this succint phrase denotes the level between "poor" and "already pulped" on the scale of book grading.
Plan has been changed due to lower left rib apparently being kicked in by invisible ninja horse. Stupid muscle cramps.
Biked down to MEC yesterday, saw three spots on the route down where you could still see the ghost of former store signs painted on red brick buildings. Must go back with camera.
Cats squabbling. Lightly.
Coffee is in order if rib does not stop hurting soon.
May have to throw out a book. Am traumatized. (Don't laugh, I've never done this before.) My copy of /The Stand/, aside from being beat to shit[2], having the cover shattering and falling off, being decorated with (arguably) functional scotch tape, etcetera, was recently hairballed. I do not think it is salvageable, and it's not in condition good enough to pass on to anywhere else. Must go check the library bookstore--there was a copy there for $0.75 last week. Same edition and everything, much better condition.
There's something else I was meaning to say, can't remember what...
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[1] Fifty-nine, to you strange southern types. Not Celcius, obviously.
[2] A highly technical term, this succint phrase denotes the level between "poor" and "already pulped" on the scale of book grading.
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Date: 2005-07-28 01:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-28 01:50 pm (UTC)(This is where you explain how a basement apartment consitutes an equine's natural habitat, right?)
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Date: 2005-07-28 02:07 pm (UTC)What, you're the one that suggests horse-ninjas exist and *I* have to explain something?....I give you zee razzberry.
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Date: 2005-07-28 02:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-29 08:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-28 04:29 pm (UTC)I tend to buy used books. Not just because I can get 40 of them with a 10-dollar bill, but because I somehow feel bad for a book that doesn't look like anyone's read it. I like me a good, ratty book, dog-eared and the whole bit. But when it gets to the point where the sweat from my hands is the only thing holding it together, it's time to let go.
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Date: 2005-07-29 08:52 am (UTC)It's just... you know... hard, the first time. Letting go. Specifically, when holding it above a recycling bin.
*sneef*