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So... today went on that most dreaded of shopping trips: The Search For The New Bra.
Yes, I haven't had one for a couple of years, but what with the dancing class I have coming up, I decided it was time to get at least a sports bra. I came out of The Bay with two of 'em -- one sports, one silky -- plus a marvelous device called an extender which will allow me to tighten them as my weight (hopefully) goes down.
No luck finding a skirt for the class, though. Soft-soled slippers, yes. A few CDs at a used CD shop, including "Earth Girls Are Easy" and "The Partridge Family: Greatest Hits", yes. A scarf for the class turned up here in my closet at home. But no skirt. Dammit.
I even got a load of laundry done when I came back, plus another page of flats on Star Wars. The Hardy Boys editor has sent me a schedule on the next book (20 pages of which are apparently up on the FTP site), which I haven't been able to get up the courage to look at -- just the thought of the job sends cold chills down my spine and makes me feel weak and hopeless. Why do I not feel that I can do this? I've already got several 22-page issues under my belt, and it's not a hard job of painting by any stretch of the imagination.
*sigh* Tomorrow I volunteer at the Winnipeg Humane Society's annual Tag Day fundraiser. Maybe I'll feel a bit more like settling down to creative work after I've finished counting coins for four hours straight...
Yes, I haven't had one for a couple of years, but what with the dancing class I have coming up, I decided it was time to get at least a sports bra. I came out of The Bay with two of 'em -- one sports, one silky -- plus a marvelous device called an extender which will allow me to tighten them as my weight (hopefully) goes down.
No luck finding a skirt for the class, though. Soft-soled slippers, yes. A few CDs at a used CD shop, including "Earth Girls Are Easy" and "The Partridge Family: Greatest Hits", yes. A scarf for the class turned up here in my closet at home. But no skirt. Dammit.
I even got a load of laundry done when I came back, plus another page of flats on Star Wars. The Hardy Boys editor has sent me a schedule on the next book (20 pages of which are apparently up on the FTP site), which I haven't been able to get up the courage to look at -- just the thought of the job sends cold chills down my spine and makes me feel weak and hopeless. Why do I not feel that I can do this? I've already got several 22-page issues under my belt, and it's not a hard job of painting by any stretch of the imagination.
*sigh* Tomorrow I volunteer at the Winnipeg Humane Society's annual Tag Day fundraiser. Maybe I'll feel a bit more like settling down to creative work after I've finished counting coins for four hours straight...
