Are you the one they call Gitaroo Man?
Jul. 30th, 2002 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearI stumbled home with my blinding headache and nearly gave up trying to walk, even as the train arrived at the Belmont station, but then Ghost Showers came on my walkman and it sustained me. I skipped dinner with the group in lieu of sleeping, for just 30 minutes, which reset my clock and made my headache "magically" disappear (i.e. the protein, glucose, ibuoprofen, and chromium finally kicked in). I awoke to have some blissful time to myself where I ate leftover pizza and watched part of Boston Public. I don't know either -- I've never succesfully completed a show, or even survived a commercial break. I think last night I only stopped because I'm sort of mesmerized by Michael Rappaport and I'm never sure if I should like him or not.
Today I'm wearing clean clothes that fit me -- because I've been delaying laundry for so long, I've been sporting over-sized t-shirts and ill-fitting pants. I'm pleased to welcome my ubitquitous corduroy khaki shorts back to the wardrobe, as well as my favorite plaid button down shirt.
Sophie is bored to tears. She wants out of the house so bad and when she plays indoors in this hyperactive state, she's a danger to herself, us, and anything breakable. I swear she receives two or three concussions a week. I'm still to nervous to take her to the dog park or even on a walk that's longer than 2 blocks for fear of her paw getting inflamed again. I should stop being such a protective daddy.
Tonight I'm having dinner with someone who I realize we both know lots and lots of random things about each other from years and years of being friends of friends, but I don't think we've ever had a one-on-one conversation for more than 5 minutes. Strange, once I put it that way. But I don't doubt it will be a fabulous time.
Today I'm wearing clean clothes that fit me -- because I've been delaying laundry for so long, I've been sporting over-sized t-shirts and ill-fitting pants. I'm pleased to welcome my ubitquitous corduroy khaki shorts back to the wardrobe, as well as my favorite plaid button down shirt.
Sophie is bored to tears. She wants out of the house so bad and when she plays indoors in this hyperactive state, she's a danger to herself, us, and anything breakable. I swear she receives two or three concussions a week. I'm still to nervous to take her to the dog park or even on a walk that's longer than 2 blocks for fear of her paw getting inflamed again. I should stop being such a protective daddy.
Tonight I'm having dinner with someone who I realize we both know lots and lots of random things about each other from years and years of being friends of friends, but I don't think we've ever had a one-on-one conversation for more than 5 minutes. Strange, once I put it that way. But I don't doubt it will be a fabulous time.
