Day 97 — Nap
Project 365
Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
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Ow.
My foot fucking hurts. I feel like the princess and the pea, only I’m no princess, and I feel the pea every time I step on my right foot, and the pea feels more like a flaming boulder then a measly little pea. Like any redblooded American, I am enjoying the painkillers, but I’m finding that they’re really not doing too much more than making me feel stoned without the paranoia. Which means I just…
project 365 weather
Day 96 — Clouds
[for April 6] Can’t believe it took me 96 days to get around to the obligatory cloud photo. Project 365
it's true — I'm crazy
I like to look
So, I have this thing where I like to look into people’s windows. I guess you could call me a voyeur, but I don’t think that’s quite accurate. I don’t like looking at people; I just like to look at their stuff. That sounds consumeristic, I know, but that’s not how I mean it. I’m talking about cruising down a quiet neighborhood street and quietly peering — for just a second or two — into…
project 365
Day 95 — Dad’s Photo
My dad and I sort of embarked on our amateur photography quest at roughly the same time. Except he’s already sold four prints. Here’s one of the three really nice framed prints he brought to me this weekend. Project 365
project 365 work
Day 94 — Jelly Beans
I’m going back to work today. I’ll offer these as penance for my shameful absence yesterday. Sugar mends fences like you wouldn’t believe. Project 365
project 365
Day 93 — Dope
This stuff is keeping me glued to the couch. I found out today that I have to wear this stupid boot for an entire week, which means that the bandaging and gauze wrapped beneath it has to stay nice and dry and untouched for an entire week as well. Which means my foot is going to be disgusting and smelly by the time my very lucky doctor gets to unwrap it. Because, you know, it…
the family
Day 92 — The Parents
My day started at the unreasonable hour of 5:30 a.m. Parched and morning breathy, I climbed into the back seat of my dad’s truck and directed him toward the Midtown Surgery Center, where we shuffled into the lobby for a fun round of paperwork and network morning shows. An hour later, I was called back and told to drop trou and everything else, pee in a cup, put on a gown, put a paper cap…
the family
The weekend continues
My sister and her kids are gone, having left behind a carton of chocolate chip ice cream that I’ve now introduced myself to three times (“Hello there, ice cream. You and I have not rendezvoused for quite some time now, and I find that absence has truly made my heart grow much fonder.”) and a very large plastic tub of strawberries that I will dig into shortly, once my stomach figures out what to do…
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