I've Got To Lose This Skin I'm Imprisoned In

[xifeng]

So I went to Bloomington yesterday. Actually, for a change, the point of yesterday wasn't to go to Bloomington, but since Bloomington was on the way back from the classified location I visited for an undisclosed purpose, I visited anyway. Seriously, you don't think I'm going to not go home every chance I get.

(augustuscaesar is not to spew my sekrits to the Int0rbuttz at large, or I will say stupid things that make her laugh until she dies hoard all the carob ever and leverage it to drive the price to ridiculous levels.)

Fortunately for me and my wallet, the used-scholarly-literature bookstore was closed, but Tracks, in its never-ending bid to separate me from my money, was not, so I paid them a visit. More specifically, I paid their punk section a visit, where I proceeded to obtain Give 'Em Enough Rope (to replace the CD that I broke last year when I was in Bloomington and dropped my player) and Sandinista! (to replace the CDs that disappeared into the bowels of somewhere and which I haven't seen in at least 2-3 years. In this manner, I have now ensured that the original Sandinista! will turn up somewhere).

Also, I fell off the wagon, as I've done a few times this year, and visited the Village Deli, which is nomular. I visited the Village Deli specifically for the purpose of obtaining their Wednesday special, a barbeque beef sandwich which I remembered fondly. It turned out to be okay, but not quite as good as I remembered, and I promptly regretted it, which is really the story of all my fallings off the wagon. It makes me wonder if it would even be worth it for good, fresh steak tartare.

I look smaller and older and more tired without a fuckton of makeup and my hair in some kind of order. (Actually, I should probably get Connie to thin out the bangs a bit as otherwise they can look a bit helmet-ish.) It's really kind of weird; I never noticed it before.

I think I have conjunctivitis again, somehow. This blows. It also means I need to chunk and replace an assload of eye makeup, which also blows.

The heat index in Evansville and environs was 98 yesterday. It is projected to be 100 today. As the lolmom will not turn on the A/C, she suggested that I spend the bulk of the day elsewhere if possible. Needless to say, a lot of cold food is being consumed at our house. Also, the cat is DYING of HEATSTROKE and keeps dragging her carcass to various locations, there to flop (in an OMG DYING manner) as if dead in the hopes that I will turn the sun off.

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[samanosukesgirl.livejournal.com]

The Village Deli. Seriously, thanks for posting the site. I just took a look and wow. Lots of delicious foods. I'll keep the place in mind.

Harvey's is good, too. Burger joint. Rather tastyful.

omg.. poor cat!! :C AC is important, and people should understand that all of our ancestors didn't have AC. They were lucky to have lived for however long they did.

I just have keratoconjunctivitis sicca.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

The Village Deli is NOMNOMNOM, srsly. I've been eating there since before I was old enough to drink (back in the deeeeeps of time...). When you're here for the Blemf, we should totally go. :D

Sometimes I wish I still ate burgers. That's going to be very hard this summer. :<

We would turn on the A/C, but we live in a fairly large, older house, and it costs a lot of money...which we haven't exactly got right now. We have got fans and cool tiles for her to flop on, so it's not like she's in imminent danger of OMG DEATH. (She won't hold still, so we can't shave her.)

Oh, well, if it's just keratoconjunctivitis sicca, we're all okay then. :D

[tara]

If you REALLY loved Callice, you WOULD turn the sun off. Meanie.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

I know. I maltreat her so heinously. Why, I told her to SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR MOMMY when she was patrolling for CATS, against which she must be perpetually vigilant. It has come to her attention that we do not understand the threat of CATS.

[tara]

ESPECIALLY CATS WHO ARE OUTSIDE AND CANNOT GET IN!

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

CATS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO JIMMY LOCKS, YOU KNOW! The only thing that can stop cats in their tracks is WEE. Lots and lots of wee.

(If cats do not heed the Warning of Wee, further measures, such as a huge steaming dump, may be required.)

[tara]

When the apocalypse comes, I will know to look out for the wee floods of doom!

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

You'll probably smell them first *g*