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Desk and files are tidy. I have time to work on graduate student issues (you know, my real job) this morning. The cut on my finger is nearly healed closed. The doctor said on Tuesday that the stitches probably weren't ready to come out yet, but he didn't see the point in making me come back in 48 hours. He took them out, but I've had to keep the wound closed with this special tape stuff. I took a good look this morning and it's closed except for what I would assume would have been the scab area if it had been allowed to scab over. The finger is still very swollen and sore to the touch. I don't know if that's normal. ( Pics after cut for the super squeamish )I find it fascinating how the wrinkles in the joint of that finger have started to fade. It's probably partially caused by the swelling, but that part of the finger isn't swollen, so it's got to be caused mostly from keeping the joint taped, splinted, and still for two weeks. If I can figure out how to tape and splint my smile lines, I'm set for life. And finally, Happy Birthday Nikola Tesla! What fabulous timing--I finally got the Tesla print hung up in my office this week. Tags: health, work
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I broke a nail, all the way down to the quick, on Saturday. So I cut the rest of them off. Uneven nails look awful. When my nails are this short, I like to have a darker color on them, but my collection is sadly short on dark colors. I usually wind up borrowing from cedarsong and everflame. The colors I wanted to buy--OPI's "Suzi Loves Sydney" and "It's A Doozi, Says Suzi," are both discontinued, and there wasn't anything else at Beauty Brands that caught my eye. On a whim, I stopped by Target to look at their miniscule selection and found three bottles of "It's A Doozi, Says Suzi." I bought two. Apparently, Target is the second-run movie house for OPI colors. Good to know. Sunday's Sinfest was fab.My finger was complaining about doing too much on Saturday (lots of work/cleaning/organizing) in my sewing room, so yesterday I sat on the couch and read. Since I wasn't going anywhere or doing anything, I decided to get through The Left Hand of Darkness, finally. Which I did. Then I needed something short, because it was 7:30 p.m., so I read Dying Inside. I should have had a beer or two before trying to go to bed. What a depressing couple of books to read back-to-back. Fetish had a great time. Any day I spend that much time on the couch is a good day, to her. But today I'm in a bit of a funk. And I'm really tired of dealing with Campbell Conference stuff. Does someone else want to do this next year? Because seriously. Bleh.
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On Monday, John Scalzi posted an article that referenced Journey. It made me remember a conversation I had with _luaineach several months ago about the general hotness of Steve Perry. As a teen, I was "eh" about him. Stringy hair, not my type of music. But now, all grown up with more eclectic tastes and significantly more experience, I agree the man is made of Hot Sex. Just look at that nose, people. Ngngnnng. And, of course, there are these jeans. *cough* The androgynous effect in that particular photo increases his sexiness by, like, a thousand IMO. And yeah, he could out-sing nearly anyone else of that era. In the early 80s you couldn't fake that shit with Autotune in a live performance. Check it: Did I mention the jeans? Dear god, those jeans. Go browse YouTube and comment with your favorite Journey video/song. Oh don't even pretend you're above that. We all know better.
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