Time to resurrect this zombie bitch from it's grave. It has been entirely too long, and while I have many, many things to say about my failure to keep up with these internet love notes, none of them merit posting about. That said, we will begin with the Ridgeline Hike.
The Plan:
Like the many, many genius adventures that have come before this, this one too began with a solid plan. With months of solid planning, actually. Also, training. Lots of training.
As you may or may not recall, the Fancy Pants Adventure Team now more or less lives in the mountains. We are now more or less in a position where our regular hikes are too extreme to recruit the average person who wants to hike. This hike in particular, was no exception to that.
The weekend prior to it, we had climbed Mount Kimball, which was a beast of a 10 mile hike with close to 8,000 ft of elevation change. Prior to that we had done a 20+ mile loop in the Superstitions that included the thorny and unmaintained Red Tanks Trail.
It was awesome.
We felt prepared.
Ready.
We had our first "official" hiking club meeting at Moira earlier in the week. I say official, because this was the first one in which we had a legitimate (read:written) agenda. (As an aside to this particular story, our hiking club has gotten progressively more militant and official as time passes. It now includes a lengthy questionnaire/application, among other things so the move toward more official meetings was inevitable). We discussed in particular, the specifics of our ridgeline hike.
It was to be a momentous occasion. One that began at the Siphon Draw Trailhead at Lost Dutchman State Park, climbed up and over the Flatiron, over the saddle behind it and onto the ridgeline. We would hike along the crest of the mountains over to peak 5057, down Carney Springs Trail and finish up on Peralta road on the other side of the wilderness. It was to be 11.5 miles of glory.
Brilliant, mountan-y glory.
Or so we had anticipated.
But like all our best laid plans, things immediately began to go awry.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
November thoughts.
Oh Dear Friend, it's been a heck of a week for the both of us, hasn't it? I don't know what is going on with people, but perhaps we can blame at least some of it on the looming full moon. I miss you terribly. Now more than ever. It seems everyone around me is slowly losing their minds. I don't know why R flipped out like he did today, but the whole thing makes me extremely uncomfortable. I am not looking forward to tomorrow, but my dad is right, everything will be okay.
My dad is always right. Almost always anyway. Pretty close to always. Close enough that I'm willing to round up.
Most of my wisdom is just Dad's wisdom recycled.
With any luck I will grow up to be half as amazing at anything as he is at being my dad.
I'm currently watching Hoarders. I'm not sure why. Possibly because King of the Hill is no longer on Netflix, and that vexes me. I have yet to find a suitable replacement.
I dyed my hair last night and for the first time I used two entire boxes of hair dye. Not one and a half. Not one in three-quarters. Two. In another couple of months I will require a third box. I feel like my hair is unreasonably long. I know that it is unreasonably thick. I don't know how to do anything with it. I can't seem to style it in any sort of way that pleases me. It is at an irritating length were I can't stand having it down either. So the end result is that it is continuously in a pony tail. I want to cut it. In theory anyway. But I don't want to make an appointment to do it. I don't want to waste time getting it cut when I could be climbing mountains, or doing something equally awesome. And I don't want to spend money on haircuts that I could be spending on gear. So it just keeps growing. I wish I were girly-er more adept at making myself look nice (with my hair down) but I just can't stomach spending that much time in front of the mirror every day.
The canyon hike is in just a couple of days now, and I am jittery with excitement. I am making a focused and concentrated effort not to talk incessantly about it, but it is sooooooo hard. Lol. I wish you were hiking it with me.
My teeth are better, but continue to hurt and unreasonable amount on and off.
The sun is setting before 6 pm now so I constantly think that I need to be heading to bed because it is dark outside, when really it is still early in the evening.
And that is all that I know. I hope this week gets less stressful for the both of us. I love you dearly. I miss you always. Say hi to P for me. Sending all my love.
My dad is always right. Almost always anyway. Pretty close to always. Close enough that I'm willing to round up.
Most of my wisdom is just Dad's wisdom recycled.
With any luck I will grow up to be half as amazing at anything as he is at being my dad.
I'm currently watching Hoarders. I'm not sure why. Possibly because King of the Hill is no longer on Netflix, and that vexes me. I have yet to find a suitable replacement.
I dyed my hair last night and for the first time I used two entire boxes of hair dye. Not one and a half. Not one in three-quarters. Two. In another couple of months I will require a third box. I feel like my hair is unreasonably long. I know that it is unreasonably thick. I don't know how to do anything with it. I can't seem to style it in any sort of way that pleases me. It is at an irritating length were I can't stand having it down either. So the end result is that it is continuously in a pony tail. I want to cut it. In theory anyway. But I don't want to make an appointment to do it. I don't want to waste time getting it cut when I could be climbing mountains, or doing something equally awesome. And I don't want to spend money on haircuts that I could be spending on gear. So it just keeps growing. I wish I were girly-er more adept at making myself look nice (with my hair down) but I just can't stomach spending that much time in front of the mirror every day.
The canyon hike is in just a couple of days now, and I am jittery with excitement. I am making a focused and concentrated effort not to talk incessantly about it, but it is sooooooo hard. Lol. I wish you were hiking it with me.
My teeth are better, but continue to hurt and unreasonable amount on and off.
The sun is setting before 6 pm now so I constantly think that I need to be heading to bed because it is dark outside, when really it is still early in the evening.
And that is all that I know. I hope this week gets less stressful for the both of us. I love you dearly. I miss you always. Say hi to P for me. Sending all my love.
Monday, November 4, 2013
The Dentist.
Oh Dear Friend, let me just tell you about my trip to the dentist.
First however, we have to back up a bit.
Back in August I somehow got it into my head that it was time to head off to the dentist. As you may remember, after more than a decade of stubborn resistance I caved and got my teeth cleaned. I was unable, at the time of the cleaning appointment, to have my x-rays read or a care plan drawn up due to some sort of insurance red-tape. So I had my teeth cleaned, (I actually had a debridement, which is the mid-point between a deep cleaning and a regular cleaning), and returned home to wait the two weeks until I could go back for my consultation.
A couple of days later the problems started.
At first it was a sore sort of bruise-y pain in the lower left quadrant. Over the next day or two it bloomed into a womping sort of awful pain that made...everything terrible.
I called the dentist half way through my shift to report the issue.
The person on the phone seemed confused about why I hadn't had a consultation and pulled my chart.
'Oh, I see.' they say. 'He's definitely going to recommend an emergency root canal on that back tooth. No wonder you are in pain.'
Emergency root canal is *not* what I wanted to hear.
I spiraled straight into panic.
When they said they had an appointment available in an hour I immediately agreed to it, called my boss in a panic, and informed him that I had to leave. Immediately.
I drove like a crazy person to the dentist. Shaking in terror. Holding back tears.
I made it inside and by the time I was seated and the dentist came to see me I was just barely holding it together. he asked what was wrong and I started babbling about childhood dental experiences, and my crazy tooth fiend of a dentist who systematically pulled out all my baby teeth.
My dentist however, is awesome, and calmed me down very quickly.
He peered into my mouth and informed me that it was a gum issue, not a tooth issue and that everything would be okay. Sometimes debridements stir up bacteria or bacterial pockets and allow infections to take hold. It's one of those things-have-to-get-worse-before-they-get-better things.
It was really infected, my gums had actually swollen up and partially engulfed my back molar. He had to pull them away from my teeth and pack the area full of antibiotics. This required several shots, but I survived.
I returned home with several prescriptions.
The infection cleared up and two weeks later I returned for my original consultation and to have the infection monitored. The good news was it was gone, the bad news was I needed 10 teeth filled. Ick.
Two days later I returned and had the left side of my mouth fixed. I had four teeth filled, the bottom molar farthest to the back being particularly infected, it required more work than anticipated, but he managed to clean and fill it without having to give me a crown or a root canal so I really couldn't complain.
He said my teeth would be sensitive to hot/cold/pressure for a little while but as long as the pain was fleeting not to worry too much about it. Aside from the first day when all the numbness wore off, my teeth never hurt.
I put off having the right side done because of the Havasupai trip. I wanted to make sure I had at least one side of my mouth that would be in good shape. I would have been insufferable if I couldn't eat properly.
I returned from the trip and had the right side of my mouth fixed the following day. There were six teeth that needed filling on this side, but once he started filling them it became apparent I would need a seventh. That was lame.
As before, I returned home and had no pain other than at the end of the first night.
This puts us at last Friday, two weeks after the fillings were completed.
I was sitting at my desk preparing to enjoy my mid afternoon Kit-Kat. As I masticated that first marvelous bite of chocolate the entire left side of my face lit up with a horrifyingly electric womp of pain. It womped in from a mild pain into a torturous crescendo during which all I could to was squeeze my eyes shut, open my mouth and drool until it passed. It probably only lasted 45 seconds or so, but it felt like years. Then suddenly the pain was gone.
This was only the first of many, MANY similar bouts of pain over the next few hours. The whole left side of my mouth was suddenly sensitive to everything. Hot, cold, sweet, salty, everything set it off. I went to bed worrying that my Picketpost birthday hike was in jeopardy. I woke up in the morning, took a ton of Tylenol, and vowed not to let anything come in contact with that side of my mouth.
Things were mostly fine until today. This morning the pain had graduated to a continuous dull ache, interspersed with bright white flashes of blinding pain. An executive decision was made to ignore the situation.
By noon it was apparent that this plan was failing. I frantically called the dentist, trying to remain calm and sound and unconcerned as possible. They offered me a 230 appointment and I took it.
I arrived at my appointment, certain that this was the gum infection returning. I was calm and ready for my face to stop hurting. I was lead into the room and some x-rays were taken. The girl who did this was super nice, and tried to make small talk with me. I however, am notoriously bad at chit-chat and it was relatively awkward. She turned her attention to my teeth and told me that that back left tooth had a pretty massive filling in it, and it was likely that he would be wanting to do a root canal on it.
Then.
She left me.
Alone.
For 45 minutes.
I was fine for a while, but the longer I sat there staring at my x-rays, the more concerned I became. I didn't want any of this. Just three short months ago my mouth was fine. I was never in any discomfort, my teeth always felt great, and my gums were never infected. Then I started listening to other people and got it in my head that regular dental care was a good idea. It's been one horrible thing after another ever since.
At some point I curled up into a ball. Eventually I began silently crying. A lot. I didn't want a root canal. I didn't want any of the fillings that I got. I didn't want gum infections. None of this would have happened if I hadn't gone to the dentist to begin with. Sure, my teeth might have secretly rotted away or abscessed or whatever, and maybe it would have killed me, but maybe I wouldn't have noticed any of that. Maybe it wouldn't have been this bad.
Also, when did it become acceptable for people who are not dentists just go around casually telling people that they're going to need root canals? Are they sadists? I don't know. But it was mean and I was officially freaking out.
By the time the dentist gets in there, I am in the middle of a full blown panic attack. He looks at me and says, 'does it really hurt that bad?' I am confused about why he thinks I am in that much pain, and then I remember that I'm a blubbering mess.
I tried to explain, but most of what I said didn't make sense. I did however tell him that I was pretty sure he had ruined my teeth, and that I wanted to go home. I also may have made a series of escalating allegations regarding his desire to steal all my teeth and put them into other peoples mouths.
This all happened very quietly. Or at least, what I believed to be very quietly. It was as quiet a freak-out as one could possibly have. I was whispering, but also hyperventilating and talking very fast. They moved me to another room. Possibly so I wouldn't freak everyone else out.
A different person came in to talk with me. I'm pretty sure they sent her in to calm me down, but there was nothing she could do. The panic just had to run its course. She was however, wonderful and assured me no one was going to take my teeth, though I remain suspicious.
By the time the doctor came back in everything was fine. He confirmed my suspicions that my gums were re-infected, but said the infection was nowhere near as bad as last time. We figured out the problem with that bacterial pocket behind my rear tooth and he gave me some prescriptions. He also added a note to my file that says not to tell me anything about any dental work that anyone thinks I might need and only to let the girl who was sent in to calm me down talk to me from now on, so I've been appeased.
My mouth feels better already, but between the antibiotics and the pain medicine the rest of me feels worse (Ha!) and my head is very, very cloudy. Hopefully tomorrow is better. Both in terms of tooth pain, and in terms of general medication related discomfort.
I have to go back in two more weeks, the day after my R2R, to have the infection checked again. If anything else goes wrong with my mouth ever again, I might have to burn everything to the ground. ;)
I miss you terribly Dear Friend. I hope things there are less eventful and that YOUR teeth at least, are less irritated than mine.
Sending all my love.
First however, we have to back up a bit.
Back in August I somehow got it into my head that it was time to head off to the dentist. As you may remember, after more than a decade of stubborn resistance I caved and got my teeth cleaned. I was unable, at the time of the cleaning appointment, to have my x-rays read or a care plan drawn up due to some sort of insurance red-tape. So I had my teeth cleaned, (I actually had a debridement, which is the mid-point between a deep cleaning and a regular cleaning), and returned home to wait the two weeks until I could go back for my consultation.
A couple of days later the problems started.
At first it was a sore sort of bruise-y pain in the lower left quadrant. Over the next day or two it bloomed into a womping sort of awful pain that made...everything terrible.
I called the dentist half way through my shift to report the issue.
The person on the phone seemed confused about why I hadn't had a consultation and pulled my chart.
'Oh, I see.' they say. 'He's definitely going to recommend an emergency root canal on that back tooth. No wonder you are in pain.'
Emergency root canal is *not* what I wanted to hear.
I spiraled straight into panic.
When they said they had an appointment available in an hour I immediately agreed to it, called my boss in a panic, and informed him that I had to leave. Immediately.
I drove like a crazy person to the dentist. Shaking in terror. Holding back tears.
I made it inside and by the time I was seated and the dentist came to see me I was just barely holding it together. he asked what was wrong and I started babbling about childhood dental experiences, and my crazy tooth fiend of a dentist who systematically pulled out all my baby teeth.
My dentist however, is awesome, and calmed me down very quickly.
He peered into my mouth and informed me that it was a gum issue, not a tooth issue and that everything would be okay. Sometimes debridements stir up bacteria or bacterial pockets and allow infections to take hold. It's one of those things-have-to-get-worse-before-they-get-better things.
It was really infected, my gums had actually swollen up and partially engulfed my back molar. He had to pull them away from my teeth and pack the area full of antibiotics. This required several shots, but I survived.
I returned home with several prescriptions.
The infection cleared up and two weeks later I returned for my original consultation and to have the infection monitored. The good news was it was gone, the bad news was I needed 10 teeth filled. Ick.
Two days later I returned and had the left side of my mouth fixed. I had four teeth filled, the bottom molar farthest to the back being particularly infected, it required more work than anticipated, but he managed to clean and fill it without having to give me a crown or a root canal so I really couldn't complain.
He said my teeth would be sensitive to hot/cold/pressure for a little while but as long as the pain was fleeting not to worry too much about it. Aside from the first day when all the numbness wore off, my teeth never hurt.
I put off having the right side done because of the Havasupai trip. I wanted to make sure I had at least one side of my mouth that would be in good shape. I would have been insufferable if I couldn't eat properly.
I returned from the trip and had the right side of my mouth fixed the following day. There were six teeth that needed filling on this side, but once he started filling them it became apparent I would need a seventh. That was lame.
As before, I returned home and had no pain other than at the end of the first night.
This puts us at last Friday, two weeks after the fillings were completed.
I was sitting at my desk preparing to enjoy my mid afternoon Kit-Kat. As I masticated that first marvelous bite of chocolate the entire left side of my face lit up with a horrifyingly electric womp of pain. It womped in from a mild pain into a torturous crescendo during which all I could to was squeeze my eyes shut, open my mouth and drool until it passed. It probably only lasted 45 seconds or so, but it felt like years. Then suddenly the pain was gone.
This was only the first of many, MANY similar bouts of pain over the next few hours. The whole left side of my mouth was suddenly sensitive to everything. Hot, cold, sweet, salty, everything set it off. I went to bed worrying that my Picketpost birthday hike was in jeopardy. I woke up in the morning, took a ton of Tylenol, and vowed not to let anything come in contact with that side of my mouth.
Things were mostly fine until today. This morning the pain had graduated to a continuous dull ache, interspersed with bright white flashes of blinding pain. An executive decision was made to ignore the situation.
By noon it was apparent that this plan was failing. I frantically called the dentist, trying to remain calm and sound and unconcerned as possible. They offered me a 230 appointment and I took it.
I arrived at my appointment, certain that this was the gum infection returning. I was calm and ready for my face to stop hurting. I was lead into the room and some x-rays were taken. The girl who did this was super nice, and tried to make small talk with me. I however, am notoriously bad at chit-chat and it was relatively awkward. She turned her attention to my teeth and told me that that back left tooth had a pretty massive filling in it, and it was likely that he would be wanting to do a root canal on it.
Then.
She left me.
Alone.
For 45 minutes.
I was fine for a while, but the longer I sat there staring at my x-rays, the more concerned I became. I didn't want any of this. Just three short months ago my mouth was fine. I was never in any discomfort, my teeth always felt great, and my gums were never infected. Then I started listening to other people and got it in my head that regular dental care was a good idea. It's been one horrible thing after another ever since.
At some point I curled up into a ball. Eventually I began silently crying. A lot. I didn't want a root canal. I didn't want any of the fillings that I got. I didn't want gum infections. None of this would have happened if I hadn't gone to the dentist to begin with. Sure, my teeth might have secretly rotted away or abscessed or whatever, and maybe it would have killed me, but maybe I wouldn't have noticed any of that. Maybe it wouldn't have been this bad.
Also, when did it become acceptable for people who are not dentists just go around casually telling people that they're going to need root canals? Are they sadists? I don't know. But it was mean and I was officially freaking out.
By the time the dentist gets in there, I am in the middle of a full blown panic attack. He looks at me and says, 'does it really hurt that bad?' I am confused about why he thinks I am in that much pain, and then I remember that I'm a blubbering mess.
I tried to explain, but most of what I said didn't make sense. I did however tell him that I was pretty sure he had ruined my teeth, and that I wanted to go home. I also may have made a series of escalating allegations regarding his desire to steal all my teeth and put them into other peoples mouths.
This all happened very quietly. Or at least, what I believed to be very quietly. It was as quiet a freak-out as one could possibly have. I was whispering, but also hyperventilating and talking very fast. They moved me to another room. Possibly so I wouldn't freak everyone else out.
A different person came in to talk with me. I'm pretty sure they sent her in to calm me down, but there was nothing she could do. The panic just had to run its course. She was however, wonderful and assured me no one was going to take my teeth, though I remain suspicious.
By the time the doctor came back in everything was fine. He confirmed my suspicions that my gums were re-infected, but said the infection was nowhere near as bad as last time. We figured out the problem with that bacterial pocket behind my rear tooth and he gave me some prescriptions. He also added a note to my file that says not to tell me anything about any dental work that anyone thinks I might need and only to let the girl who was sent in to calm me down talk to me from now on, so I've been appeased.
My mouth feels better already, but between the antibiotics and the pain medicine the rest of me feels worse (Ha!) and my head is very, very cloudy. Hopefully tomorrow is better. Both in terms of tooth pain, and in terms of general medication related discomfort.
I have to go back in two more weeks, the day after my R2R, to have the infection checked again. If anything else goes wrong with my mouth ever again, I might have to burn everything to the ground. ;)
I miss you terribly Dear Friend. I hope things there are less eventful and that YOUR teeth at least, are less irritated than mine.
Sending all my love.
Friday, November 1, 2013
What happened to October?
I feel like I just said this about September, and about August before it. Somehow October came and went and I feel like I didn't even have the time to stop and enjoy it! Sheesh!
My birthday came and went. It was lovely in all aspects, but it is the Fancy Pants celebration tomorrow that I am looking forward to the most. Not because it is particularly exciting, but because it is exactly how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. Quietly, with my friends, on top of a mountain. I wish more than anything that you were here to scramble up my favorite mountain with me, but I promise to have a glass of wine just for you.
My R2R approacheth, and I am growing increasingly insufferable with excitement. I have devoted all of my free time to compiling what is more or less a dossier on the South Rim. *I* am pleased about it, but the rest of the world is pretty sick of hearing me talk about the canyon. HA! Nobody cares how many unconformities are (in the Grand Canyon), or which section of which trail has the steepest grade, or what the record number of crossings done on foot in a single trip is...but I do! I want to know everything! About everything! Bwahahahaha!
This may or may not turn into a Grand Canyon trivia space for the next couple of weeks. I will try to keep it in check, but I can't make any promises.
Other than the usual amount of excessive mountaineering, there's not a lot to report.
I hung out with my dad for a while today. We went out to dinner and did some shopping. He talked about his new doctor, who is apparently super awesome, I picked up some more yarn and new hiking socks. I love hanging out with my dad.
I finished the octopus hat (which is amazing). The tentacles are longer that I would have liked, but I think they are actually the best length given the circumstances. The shorter tentacles are much cuter, and lend a much livelier look to the octopus, but the also end up in your face all the time which is bad for hiking. The longer tentacles are heavy enough that that particular issue is resolved. The only downside to it is that it is heavy, and it may be too warm for the bottom of the canyon.
That's all I know. Or rather, that's all my brain can think of right now. Clearly I need a nap.
I miss you terribly Dear Friend. All the days. Especially the days when I fail to write here. I hope things are well in The Land of Trees and Fog, and I hope you're not freezing to death up there. Sending all my love.
My birthday came and went. It was lovely in all aspects, but it is the Fancy Pants celebration tomorrow that I am looking forward to the most. Not because it is particularly exciting, but because it is exactly how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. Quietly, with my friends, on top of a mountain. I wish more than anything that you were here to scramble up my favorite mountain with me, but I promise to have a glass of wine just for you.
My R2R approacheth, and I am growing increasingly insufferable with excitement. I have devoted all of my free time to compiling what is more or less a dossier on the South Rim. *I* am pleased about it, but the rest of the world is pretty sick of hearing me talk about the canyon. HA! Nobody cares how many unconformities are (in the Grand Canyon), or which section of which trail has the steepest grade, or what the record number of crossings done on foot in a single trip is...but I do! I want to know everything! About everything! Bwahahahaha!
This may or may not turn into a Grand Canyon trivia space for the next couple of weeks. I will try to keep it in check, but I can't make any promises.
Other than the usual amount of excessive mountaineering, there's not a lot to report.
I hung out with my dad for a while today. We went out to dinner and did some shopping. He talked about his new doctor, who is apparently super awesome, I picked up some more yarn and new hiking socks. I love hanging out with my dad.
I finished the octopus hat (which is amazing). The tentacles are longer that I would have liked, but I think they are actually the best length given the circumstances. The shorter tentacles are much cuter, and lend a much livelier look to the octopus, but the also end up in your face all the time which is bad for hiking. The longer tentacles are heavy enough that that particular issue is resolved. The only downside to it is that it is heavy, and it may be too warm for the bottom of the canyon.
That's all I know. Or rather, that's all my brain can think of right now. Clearly I need a nap.
I miss you terribly Dear Friend. All the days. Especially the days when I fail to write here. I hope things are well in The Land of Trees and Fog, and I hope you're not freezing to death up there. Sending all my love.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Time.
“Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.”
I'm reading Ada.
I am exhausted.
I have been knitting.
I spent the day, restless and bristled by the apparent swarms of people lining up to ask me when I'm going to get a "real" job.
As though my current one was somehow just a fantasy.
As if I spent my days hustling or some such nonsense.
As if this line of questioning was both reasonable and socially acceptable.
I've decided to start answering it with my own question:
When are you going lose some "real" weight?
I still cannot access your blog.
Wordpress is demanding that I create a blog with them.
It will not allow me to choose a username.
It alternates between (the user name of your choice) is not available
and
(the username of your choice) already exists. Is (the username of your choice) you? log in!
I am unclear on why there is a distinction between not available and already exists.
If it already exists, wouldn't it also be unavailable?
I am convinced that it is personal.
But that may be the exhaustion speaking.
I will try again tomorrow.
I received your quote list, which for the record, is an amazing collection of literary snippets.
How will you be distinguishing between them?
Typography?
I am struggling with visualization.
But again, that may also be because my brain is more or less asleep already.
I will text you regarding this tomorrow. :)
Tomorrow morning I am going hiking.
Come hell or high water.
Tomorrow I will test out my new camera.
For now, I am going to bed.
ALL my love.
A very, very, VERY tired LittleFoot.
I'm reading Ada.
I am exhausted.
I have been knitting.
I spent the day, restless and bristled by the apparent swarms of people lining up to ask me when I'm going to get a "real" job.
As though my current one was somehow just a fantasy.
As if I spent my days hustling or some such nonsense.
As if this line of questioning was both reasonable and socially acceptable.
I've decided to start answering it with my own question:
When are you going lose some "real" weight?
I still cannot access your blog.
Wordpress is demanding that I create a blog with them.
It will not allow me to choose a username.
It alternates between (the user name of your choice) is not available
and
(the username of your choice) already exists. Is (the username of your choice) you? log in!
I am unclear on why there is a distinction between not available and already exists.
If it already exists, wouldn't it also be unavailable?
I am convinced that it is personal.
But that may be the exhaustion speaking.
I will try again tomorrow.
I received your quote list, which for the record, is an amazing collection of literary snippets.
How will you be distinguishing between them?
Typography?
I am struggling with visualization.
But again, that may also be because my brain is more or less asleep already.
I will text you regarding this tomorrow. :)
Tomorrow morning I am going hiking.
Come hell or high water.
Tomorrow I will test out my new camera.
For now, I am going to bed.
ALL my love.
A very, very, VERY tired LittleFoot.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Song of the Day!
Father did you miss me, Don't ask me where I've been.
You know I know. Yes, I've been told, I redefine sin.
I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head.
Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead
Heresy
For the laughs that I fake. I am going to hell.
For the vows that I break. I am going to hell.
For the ways that I hurt, when I'm hiking out my skirt.
I am sittin' on a throne while they're buried in the dirt.
For the man that I hate. I am going to hell.
Heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.
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