Ouch
Note to self: During marathon early-morning phone calls, alternate water with all those glasses of wine, especially if you plan to do anything remotely productive the next day.
Note to self: During marathon early-morning phone calls, alternate water with all those glasses of wine, especially if you plan to do anything remotely productive the next day.
I just talked to Tamara for four hours on the phone. Holy crap, I think I’ve set a post-high-school record. Aaaaah, I miss her.
• Shoving my hand into my purse only to have a bristle from my roundbrush stab me right under my cuticle. • Multiple calls on my cell phone from sugary-sweet ambulance chasers. • Five pounds of holiday weight gain, yeesh. • Coming home to see a dude with multiple big garbage bags strapped to the roof of his not-too-shitty-looking van rooting in the dumpster. • Not being able to cook. • PMS.
I’m about to pick a nit with the daily paper. I think I even beat Mediaverse to it! This is the big story on the M cover today, though it’s fairly buried in the online edition. It’s a Washington Post piece about online citizen journalists. It is curiously devoid of any reference to any Memphis citizen journalists. There are no breakout boxes with any links to local blogs that would qualify as being run by…
I had a quintessential Fran Moment today. It was almost a carbon re-enactment of the seminal Fran Moment, which happened several years ago at the (now closed) Shell station just off the bridge in Savannah. I was at the Circle K, gassing up the Purple Pump Guzzler (seriously, cost me upwards of $40 to fill up — a first for me — and it’s getting a paltry 19 miles to the gallon), when I went…
Cleaned out the car this morning. Kept apologizing to the car like it was pissed at me. What was left was mostly trash (I bagged up a lot of it but left it in the back seat) but a few things were worth keeping and I stuffed them into plastic bags and went on my melancholy way. Sadly, the West Street Thugs tape that has been stuck in my tape player since, oh, 2004 did…
I will never be able to afford a car this nice in Real Life. My rental car is an ice-purple PT Crusier convertible. I’m sure car buffs would guffaw over me calling the Cruiser “nice,” but to me it is. It’s a pretty new car — 16,000 miles on it, and it still smells like the factory. I like the way it drives — I feel like I’m sitting up higher than I did in…
[for Monday, Dec. 31] Okay, so I got the issue all figured out. Turns out I had duplicated Day 318, so it’s been off since then. As far as I know, I’ve gone back and renumbered everything since that day, so we should be kosher. I had some days in there that were just crazy off. Like, 224 instead of 324. Etc. Proof that you can blog in your sleep! So this last photo —…
[for Sunday, Dec. 30] I know some people probably find tiny octopus terribly appetizing, but I for one find it more suitable to gross photography.
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