The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

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.

Valentine's Day was 4W5UM, which is saying a bit since I don't really go in for Valentine's Day. The lolmom and I went to the Tin Fish (nom nom nom), and then shopping; she'd promised me a Good Bsns Wardrobe for a while, which was an exercise in entertainment, given that I believe dress codes are for simps and if I'm not supposed to have green hair and cleavage, I expect Zeus will tell me. We did come away with some things that work, in terms of Srs Bsns Clothes, and I now own a p0w4h suit. (Notice how I have to use goofy 1337sp33k to make it sound like I'm ttly not selling out. God help me.) The best part of this is that it has a decorative belt on the skirt, which rather than being a traditional belt is a ring-and-toggle device. Like you might expect to find on bondage pants. That's right: it's a BONDAGE SUIT.

It gives me big joy in brainmeats to walk into a conservative potential!workplace in my bondage suit. Because I'll be giggling on the inside. Oh yes.

(ON YOUR KNEES, SLAVES, AND OFFER ME A JOB.)

I also own two new pairs of jeans. RESULT! We looked at shoes, but the shoes that are Workplace-Appropriate are not at all the shoes I want (the shoes I want usually have bright colors or sparkles or something).

Other unimportant updates: Ainsley (one of my workpals, who occasionally makes appearances as Painsley on my Twitter feed) had a very exciting love life, involving five boyfriends who didn't know about each other. She was set to make her choice on Valentine's Day, based on who gave her the best present (I suggested that she make them duel each other in a no-holds-barred tournament, or possibly hold a dance-off). We were all hanging on this with bated breath, due to the entertainment value; I'm impressed that the strain of pretending to be monogamous hasn't cracked her.

Went to the Acropolis with the lolmom and Connie tonight, after I let the latter cut my hair (my hair is now about two inches shorter and feels a bit weird because I'm not used to it yet), and consumed yet moar fish; also, hummus. (Nom nom nom.) I was disappointed in the sautéed green beans, though; the Acropolis is usually really good, but the beans were limp. Eur.

Mom and I tried (and failed) to make falafel last week, and now have to eat our experiment for the next week or so because it makes generous amounts. I think we're probably going to have cod and potato stew for dinner tomorrow, because I control the menu at our house and thus we eat a lot of fish and a lot of vegetarian meals. :D

I get paid tomorrow, and still don't have to go to work. WIN.