campin

Another summer and fall have passed without camping. My friend, Kate's recent blog post makes me envious of that: http://theendlesspursuitblog.blogspot.com/

Her reflections on coddling herself also give me pause. I have so many luxuries and needless items. I may very well use them in shows and as inspirations and -- so very many legitimate excuses. Of course, you have to take care of yourself, but what does that really mean? It all depends who you are. I'm thankful that I have never fallen victim to having a 9-bottle face cleansing regiment, but I also don't have particularly skin. Where would having perfectly clear skin get me? Wasn't it better to use that $20 that week to buy someone else dinner or to pay down that loan just a bit?


In reality, I didn't nor have I ever had the money for a 9-bottle face cleansing regiment. And the month I used up my savings I didn't have anyone to go camping with and when I did, I no longer had the money.

This world is a strange place.

Pity Party

In the past two weeks I've received a large gash and bump on my forehead via edison cable, a deep cut on my finger from a little metal on a pin spot, and ended up with a blood-drawing splinter from the wood on the top of a scaffolding (that continued to hurt all day because it's too deep to removed.

I would say I shouldn't leave home, but I just gashed open the bottom of my big toe by slicing it on an over-the-door hanger I'd temporarily set on the floor. I didn't even know that callous could be cut through...

Commence pity party at 432 Rogers.

If I ever get married

If I ever get married, I want to play this song at some point. I'd say when we're walking out, but that might be too slow.