ow, the price of my new bookshelf
Feb. 21st, 2005 08:46 amSomeone curbed a tall, sturdy, solid wood bookshelf yesterday. It was a very awkward lift, and I had to carry the thing up the hill and up the ziggurat-like steps to the house. The problem wasn't the weight, or the walk, or the steps -- it was the fact that the initial lift was on inclined ground, and I was sloppy. Now my back is mad at me. It's a very minor injury. It'll be gone in two days.
I had planned to get in extra-early today (yes, The Skin Factory is open), but I'm snowbound. Part of me wants the snowplows to hurry up and get here, but lots of me wants them to leave me trapped.
Friday I went to ManRay, which was okay-ish. Too many old men in thongs (i.e., one).
darla was feeling a little off, so she stayed here and watched movies with
rojagato.
Saturday was the 10th Annual Post-Mortem Valentine's Party, a celebration of romance-related bitterness and distaste for the Hallmark Holiday. Couples can attend, as long as they do not engage in schmoopiness. I drank scotch and tormented
pyrric with Hindi and Chinese reincarnation humor. Next time you help deliver a Chinese baby, remember why he's crying: "Human again? Oh, nooo, I fucked it up."