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Jan. 7th, 2007 04:32 pmSo, today.
Work was work. Couldn't eat beforehand, felt too sick. Managed about two bites of a yogurt bar I know I used to love, but it took me about fifteen minutes to chew and swallow, so something wasn't working right.
Boss complained about my lips being blue all day long. Sorry, it won't scrub off. Candy cane dye is apparently permanent. Should try it in my hair.
On the way home, I saw an apple orchard, drowned. All the apples, what must have been the entire crop, were floating as this red-gold sea around the black, listing trunks. There were two horses knee-deep in the water, eating. It was beautiful. I don't know why I cried over it.
Probably because I didn't have my camera.
Stopped to get a geocache, right before home. Nice little walk through a flooded wood. Everything was slick, though. Found the cache, nice cache, and was on my way back when, climbing over a log, I slipped. My feet hit the ground and my knees buckled, and my ass hit the log. And I woke up sitting in the mud, positive that everything below my waist was broken. Took about twenty minutes to assure myself I was all right, and maybe another five to get up. Kept my fuzzy socks clean and dry, somehow.
Until I stepped in the damn gutter getting into my car.
Work was work. Couldn't eat beforehand, felt too sick. Managed about two bites of a yogurt bar I know I used to love, but it took me about fifteen minutes to chew and swallow, so something wasn't working right.
Boss complained about my lips being blue all day long. Sorry, it won't scrub off. Candy cane dye is apparently permanent. Should try it in my hair.
On the way home, I saw an apple orchard, drowned. All the apples, what must have been the entire crop, were floating as this red-gold sea around the black, listing trunks. There were two horses knee-deep in the water, eating. It was beautiful. I don't know why I cried over it.
Probably because I didn't have my camera.
Stopped to get a geocache, right before home. Nice little walk through a flooded wood. Everything was slick, though. Found the cache, nice cache, and was on my way back when, climbing over a log, I slipped. My feet hit the ground and my knees buckled, and my ass hit the log. And I woke up sitting in the mud, positive that everything below my waist was broken. Took about twenty minutes to assure myself I was all right, and maybe another five to get up. Kept my fuzzy socks clean and dry, somehow.
Until I stepped in the damn gutter getting into my car.
