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Today's spam that, oddly enough, turned out not to be spam: I WANT YOUR CLOTHES.
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Yesterday morning I spilled orange juice all over the floor (and managed to drop the glass on my foot as well, which was only the first of the abuses I perpetrated on my poor foot during the day), and my floor is still sticky. Getting sticky off a wood floor is one thing that I've never been good at. I guess I'll go at it with a damp cloth again tonight.
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Yesterday was also the one year anniversary of my being locked out. Let me just say how happy I am that I'm not currently walking around the block for hours at a time.
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(Fuck, I just dropped yogurt down my shirt.)
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I had a very entertaining drumming class last night (my last, sadly). My teacher would give us a beat and a rhythm, and then solo on top of us, trying to throw us off by playing only on the rests and seeing if we could follow when he changed tempos. Fun! My hands were bright red by the end of class. I want to take the next level, but I have to practice first -- it's more of an advanced techniques class to take once you can make all the sounds and know all the rhythms
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Today I am wearing a shirt with (gasp!) sleeves. Three-quarter length ones, even. I love it when we're not in the middle of a heat wave.
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Yesterday morning I spilled orange juice all over the floor (and managed to drop the glass on my foot as well, which was only the first of the abuses I perpetrated on my poor foot during the day), and my floor is still sticky. Getting sticky off a wood floor is one thing that I've never been good at. I guess I'll go at it with a damp cloth again tonight.
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Yesterday was also the one year anniversary of my being locked out. Let me just say how happy I am that I'm not currently walking around the block for hours at a time.
* * *
(Fuck, I just dropped yogurt down my shirt.)
* * *
I had a very entertaining drumming class last night (my last, sadly). My teacher would give us a beat and a rhythm, and then solo on top of us, trying to throw us off by playing only on the rests and seeing if we could follow when he changed tempos. Fun! My hands were bright red by the end of class. I want to take the next level, but I have to practice first -- it's more of an advanced techniques class to take once you can make all the sounds and know all the rhythms
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Today I am wearing a shirt with (gasp!) sleeves. Three-quarter length ones, even. I love it when we're not in the middle of a heat wave.