Diary repair is nearly complete. Karla hooked me up with an HTML trick to get these margins bigger, and I stumbled upon a javascript that opens images in sized windows. There was a woman trying to deliver flowers to me today but she had the wrong apartment complex and obviously didn't realize that I only get flowers from crazed ex-boyfriends and my mother.I have two mosquito bites on my right pinkie toe, one on the top and one underneath. I'm rubbing my foot on the carpet miserably. No tuna in the house and I've been feasting on peanut butter and raspberry jam. I should make something for dinner, I have the day off and nothing else to do. I think I'll have a sandwich, finish The Awakening and have a nap.
I was busy all day yesterday making a photojournal. I took a picture every hour of wherever I was - a mixture of Goodwill and the television. We soaked bratwursts in beer and made a delicious dinner, though. People have been over every night this weekend and I admit my nerves are a little frayed over it. Huge thunderstorms lately too, and I haven't been afraid of thunder since I was a child but it still makes me edgy.
I found a Marushka screenprint stamped with the dealer address at the Goodwill. I bought it for 99 cents and that's probably about the worth of it but I'm still proud to have found it. My family came and went and bought me a nice ceiling fan. I'm moving a few little things around my room and dusting. Not much else is happening tonight. I dug through my old playlist and am currently playing Bloodhound Gang mixed with Radiohead and Red House Painters and Beck. You'd have to be here, I guess.
