In case you’re as sensitive to paint fumes as I am (and yes, I tried the no-VOC and still got sick), I just wanted to let you know that Sherwin-Williams makes a paint line with minimal additives that’s designed for use in hospitals and schools. The funny thing is, I love Sherwin-Williams paint. The only […]
Category Archive for 'My So-Called Life'
So I was driving a friend to the train station after dinner last night. We were stopped at a light and she said, “Oh, you can drop me off here at the corner.” “You know, this has been a real bitch of a retrograde, I think I’d rather drop you off at the curb cut. […]
I get cysts in one of my breasts. This time, they hurt a lot, didn’t go away and it got to the point where even typing hurt. (Which made sense after I found a painfully swollen gland under my arm.) “Why didn’t you come in before?” the doctor said. I shrugged. “I’ve had it before, […]
I spilled a bowl of rice crispies and milk onto my ergonomic keyboard this morning. I’m using an old one, so it’s painfully slow. Blogging will be minimal until the new one comes tomorrow.
I’m sitting here with a bag of frozen green beans on my head, with a rubber band holding it in place. Because it’s just that kind of day.
I’m sure they will find something else to be outraged about by tomorrow!
I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, and I finally got around to making it tonight:
So I just put a couple of freelance writing checks into the bank, hoping to finally get caught up on the back taxes — and the “check engine” light came on. The auto shop said it was the EGR valve (part of the emissions control). So I drove to my mechanic’s to find out how […]
So I was driving through Fishtown Friday night, and there was a hipster guy on a motorcycle (girlfriend on the back) who seemed to be driving a little erratically. (It was the weekend of the local beer festival, and I was afraid he was drunk.) A couple of lights up, the guy pulled to the […]
I have a bad knee, probably a torn meniscus. (That’s what my physiatrist thinks.) He’s been working on it for a year: acupuncture, massage, a couple of steroid shots. He’s at the point now where he thinks I need to consider surgery. (Which means an MRI, which means orthos can always find some justification for […]