Friday. The 13th.
It rained cats and dogs just when we finished lunch and was ready to walk back to the office. We were stuck under a torn stall umbrella, and the torn bit was right above Gab who wore white (the rest were wearing black to ward off bad stuff... and in this case, raindrops) so she got wet. Then she dropped her wallet into a puddle.
Ian's in the hospital. Today's the girlfriend's birthday and he just had surgery yesterday. Don't know if I should feel guilty jamming a few nights ago without him and totally enjoying it. Don't know if I should cancel tonight's jam and force the boys to visit him. Brrrrr, I'm so cold-blooded. Or maybe I just didn't have a chance to know him as well as the others.
I went for my first-ever acupuncture session last night. Richard gave me a can of 100Plus for being such a brave girl, having not seen or done acupuncture before. I told him, I'm willing to try anything to get my health back on track before leaving for the UK and her impossibly skyhigh medical charges. So I closed my eyes and bit my lips as he poked needles into me. And twisted them around every few minutes. My limbs felt numb one moment, on fire the next. It was no fun at all, but the pain's bearable. Richard's little daughter staring at me with big, wondrously innocent eyes (nevermind she's also digging her nose) made me even more determined to smile and make goony faces. As if looking like a (a) shedding porcupine, or (b) junkie with really BAD aim, isn't goony enough. It was over in an hour. I'll be seeing Richard every 2 or 3 days from now.
Today is the end of my mourning. Time to put away all the black clothes.
It rained cats and dogs just when we finished lunch and was ready to walk back to the office. We were stuck under a torn stall umbrella, and the torn bit was right above Gab who wore white (the rest were wearing black to ward off bad stuff... and in this case, raindrops) so she got wet. Then she dropped her wallet into a puddle.
Ian's in the hospital. Today's the girlfriend's birthday and he just had surgery yesterday. Don't know if I should feel guilty jamming a few nights ago without him and totally enjoying it. Don't know if I should cancel tonight's jam and force the boys to visit him. Brrrrr, I'm so cold-blooded. Or maybe I just didn't have a chance to know him as well as the others.
I went for my first-ever acupuncture session last night. Richard gave me a can of 100Plus for being such a brave girl, having not seen or done acupuncture before. I told him, I'm willing to try anything to get my health back on track before leaving for the UK and her impossibly skyhigh medical charges. So I closed my eyes and bit my lips as he poked needles into me. And twisted them around every few minutes. My limbs felt numb one moment, on fire the next. It was no fun at all, but the pain's bearable. Richard's little daughter staring at me with big, wondrously innocent eyes (nevermind she's also digging her nose) made me even more determined to smile and make goony faces. As if looking like a (a) shedding porcupine, or (b) junkie with really BAD aim, isn't goony enough. It was over in an hour. I'll be seeing Richard every 2 or 3 days from now.
Today is the end of my mourning. Time to put away all the black clothes.
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