Plane is HERE! Glory hallelujah!

Go Barb go!

I finally bought the boots I've been wanting for months! [link] And I may have tripped and also ordered these in red: [link]

I couldn't resist 20% off on top of 70% off. I'm only human, ya know. Now I just need to file all my FSA reimbursements so I can pay down my credit card. I was supposed to do that *first,* but the sale got in the way.

Yay, Barb! Leavin' on a jet plane...

smonster, those boots are rockin' and if they offered those shoes in my size, I fear I would have bought them, too.

Aww, congratulations, Erin!

Sometimes, I dream I've found a store that has all the polishes I wish I owned. And then I am sad when I wake up.

I have a recurring dream where I am in the Thrift Store of the Gods, where I find all the polishes Plei wants, a bunch of Fluevog boots, stripy blazers, and a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. Sometimes the dream then adds a zombie attack. My subconscious is strange.

a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes

I can no longer remember - did that ever come out as Dark Carnival, or was that just a working title that Bradbury changed at the last minute?

Nevermind - I googled and that was the origial title of The October Country collection. Yep, that memory really ISN'T doing so good on some subjects.

Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.

Heh. Love to. (I would have had such a go at the doctor in question, but The Girl was talking to him on my behalf, as I was in masses of pain at the point that they called. If I'm not better within the 12 hours that he says I will be, I shall be calling back to shout at him.)

Barb, yay for plane!

smonster, those are *some* boots. Wow. Now I want boots. You people, you're all very bad for my finances.

Dark Carnival is the title of Bradbury's first published book, which was a short story collection. It has my favorite story ever by him, "Homecoming".

Powells' has a first edition of it in the rare book room. I go visit it every time we're in PDX.

Sounds like the same genius docs that when I give my diagnosis, say, that affects children, doesn't it? I mean, if I had lost CP at eighteen, I probably would be thrilled, if confused, but, hello?

I dreamed last night that I was at a doctor's office, and my health insurance was declined. I found out that that was because I'd been fired.

The thing was, I drove my boss's boss home from work yesterday (she had car trouble) and she spent most of the car ride saying they recognized how hard I'd been working and how much they appreciated me.

It was like the anti-life-as-I-know-it dream.

I dreamt I'd been abducted and was being held captive, but then the rest of the dream was me working out using the bathroom and taking a shower in the circumstances. That seemed to be way more concerning to me than the fact that I was being held hostage and was going to be killed in two days. No, no, I was worried about hygiene.