Worst that can happen is that it comes off again.
Right? That's my gut feeling. Especially since we have a guy who could fix it now if I really fuck it up. Metal mesh business and joint compound seem doable.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Worst that can happen is that it comes off again.
Right? That's my gut feeling. Especially since we have a guy who could fix it now if I really fuck it up. Metal mesh business and joint compound seem doable.
That's one thing about living in a house this old (and one owned by a crappy slumlord for a couple decades before): it's survived worse than my attempts at repairs, and even neglected, it survived. At least I care and am trying.
Whee! Early 90s TV programming! Kung Fu: The Legend Continues is on YouTube!
oh, I didn't watch The Following last year, but I am catching this ep tonight. This is my cuppa.
Oh, I am so full. We went out for our Restaurant Week dinner and everything was really rich. And the wine was free and unlimited (!). So even though I'm officially Not Drinking this month, I had 2 glasses of wine. So full.
I'm not sure whether I will be able to run in the morning...
Unlimited free wine, is that legal? Hope tomorrow is not too bad.
I just saw an ad for Flashdance: The Musical. For real. IDEK.
is that legal
Well, it was part of dinner, which we paid for. So it seems like it was fine.
Nice!
Working from home today, since work is closed but I am not technically off. And looking at the forecast, may be prudent to work from home again tomorrow. Predict cabin fever in three, two....
I've spent the last 30 minutes trying to type around a cat parading around my lap and nuzzling any part of me she can. Now I need to attack myself with a sticky roller. There is cat hair clinging via static to my fingernails.
There is cat hair clinging via static to my fingernails.
That's love right there.
Ergh. Headed back to the doc today after she let me stew all weekend. May I not cry in her presence. May I get her to listen to me. And prescribe me something that works. May this be an easy fix and may all the other things be ok and non-scary. And may I find a new doctor quickly who can return phone calls and not ask me at every visit why I'm not on xanax. (The answer, doctor-lady, is that the major moment when I need xanax is when I phone or get near your offices.) Also, may I not say that out loud.