Boring, frivolous shit
Lest you think all I do is stroke my beard and contemplate my own fascinating inner workings (both physical and mental…though I’m a materialist, in the philosophical, not the Madonna sense, so believe the mental IS the physical), here’s some totally non-intellectual foddder. And if you’re like I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID COOKIES RIGHT NOW, I quite understand.
First, I remembered that while sitting on my ass recovering I can BUY things! Things I don’t need! Like these shoes! Because how could I not buy these shoes? I found them on a favorite site (JC, have you ever seen this site? Their logo looks just like Milo!) though they didn’t have my size. But google led me to another site that Bionic Baby Mama recently turned me on to. The interwebs is so small, y’all! They arrived yesterday and are comfy and cute, particularly if you ignore my skinny, bruised, hideous legs. Now all that remains is to find the perfect accompanying frock.
Second, it’s been about month since I planted my garden, and things are coming along okay, although I feel like my greens should be further ahead by now. Yesterday I planted the tomato and pepper seedlings that have been keeping warm inside. I am hopeful that at least some of them will survive and that I’ll get a tomato or two. It’s hard not to think about eggs and fertilization and death and life and…more death, what with the slugs, but perhaps when I get some actual fucking produce I will think about…uh…I dunno…FOOD.
Also, NEW YOU CAN’T USE AND DON’T CARE ABOUT. 1. Everything you guys write makes me cry, so I think maybe I’m having some real lady hormones again! Or else I’ve become very invested in what’s going on in your lives. It could happen. 2. With a few exceptions (like while laundry is being done) I’ve been wearing Mr. Bunny’s pyjama shirt for two weeks straight. I’m not sure I’ll be able to tolerate human clothing ever again. Though I guess I’ll have to, as it’s a little risqué for teaching, and, more important, my new shoes don’t go.