Morning tasks   
08:44am 06/12/2008
 
mood: resourceful
music: Julia Ecklar - Catatonia County Rag
In about an hour I am going to do what I put off yesterday (copy and mail paperwork to the Advocacy, Inc lawyer). I am also going to get a disposable camera and take pictures of the current state of my apartment (the helper from HAND yesterday did an amazing job) in case the manager tries to flunk me again.

In non-draaaaaaaa-muh news (or at least, non-housing-drama), I've got a dinner date scheduled with D. & N. for Tuesday. While I am at CVS picking up a disposable camera, I am gonna pick up some dye so I can touch up my roots... I may be a lazy hippie dyke when it comes to shaving my legs but I like keeping my hair glossy and black!

Maybe I will show off my cutting to them at some point. It is looking great. The touch-up bled more while being cut but it also seems to be healing faster. It hurts a lot less than the initial cutting did this many days after. I think getting the touch-up hurt a little more but I was in such a different state of mind it is hard to compare. I still managed to keep perfectly still and make no more noise than weird hitches in my breathing and attempts at taking slow breaths with long exhalations. I still want that "Bold, Complex, and Shady" tattoo next. I was looking at fonts while Rick sterilized the instruments. Maybe if my situation is ok and I have the money left after I get my Eee I will get it then.		  
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Errands done   
12:05pm 06/12/2008
 
mood: accomplished
music: Talis Kimberley - Thin Blue Mean Streak
Documents copied and mailed to the Advocacy, Inc lawyer. Disposable camera purchased (and a few pix taken, more to be snapped later). Hair dye purchased, to go on my hair later today. The camera and hair dye were both on sale, yay.

It was cool enough out for me to wear The Coat.

Now, I don't think I've mentioned The Coat here before. I will now remedy this.

Back in... I think it was '02?... my then-boyfriend Dan took me to San Francisco for a few days. It was a lovely trip and I had a wonderful time. One of the things we did was look at some of the secondhand stores on Haight street.

In one of them, hung up high on the wall, I caught sight of a lovely bit of red velvet. It appeared to be a coat of some sort. I knew it would be hideously expensive even secondhand, and too long for me to wear, but I asked to look at it anyway; I'm masochistic like that.

It turned out to be a handmade opera coat of the softest, plushest velvet I've every felt (silk, I'm pretty sure) of the sort where the nap and backing are different colors (crimson nap with goldish-green backing), from the length of it made for someone just my height. Shawl collar. Utterly gorgeous. More heartache, right? Prepared for horror, I looked at the pricetag.

$120.

$120, when I was working and had a boyfriend who could afford to take me to San Francisco.

$120 for a fucking exquisite handmade velvet opera coat that fit as if it were made for me.

At that price, he encouraged me to get it.

I don't wear it very often. Partly because it's usually too warm here, more because I don't really go anywhere that deserves The Coat. And on my not inconsiderable bulk, the effect is a little aldermanic. But it's so beautiful, and I cherish it. Sort of like Kaylee with the frilly dress in Shindig.		  
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I don't usually do this, but...   
05:18pm 06/12/2008
 
mood: Needy-like
music: Leslie Fish - The Sun Is Also a Warrior


What can I say, I'm in praisewhore mode.		  
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Phew.   
07:48pm 06/12/2008
 
mood: tired
music: The Flash Girls - Sure of Me
What a wearying day. Two trips to the post office; but I've mailed out the paperwork to the Advocacy Inc lawyer and sold all the smellies I was parting with to raise money for the Eee, so that's good. Tomorrow I have to go downtown again, to get the pictures of the apartment developed. On the roll are also shots of the current state of my cutting, and some attempts to capture the majesty of The Coat. So hopefully I will have picspam to post tomorrow. I also have to change out the litterboxes tomorrow night, ugh. I really hate that the inspection could be any time between the 8th and the 31st.

I'm really tired, but I got a lot done. I even was able to squeeze in dyeing my hair. Bye-bye, roots!		  
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