OW MY EVERYTHING
May. 17th, 2012 07:48 pm
I write this in bed.
Seven hour shift. Third one this week.
I've taken most of my meds.
Plus two aspirin laced with hella caffeine.
I must nap. My everything is sore.
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I write this in bed.
Seven hour shift. Third one this week.
I've taken most of my meds.
Plus two aspirin laced with hella caffeine.
I must nap. My everything is sore.
Posted via LiveJournal app for Android.
Just a bit of nerdiness on my part. I caved to the hype and downloaded Instagram onto my phone. I wish it didn't take up so much space but unlike competitors, no harassing ads.
The box underneath the pretty chest is fountain/dip pen supplies: a lot of ink and nibs and holders.
The pretty chest on top is ALSO supplies: high-grade paper, cleaning solutions, poor-man's blotting paper (i.e., Kleenex), high-grade lined notebooks.
I tried using this kind of ink on a low-grade, school- quality paper and the results were not pretty. The surface of the paper was very coarse—every few words I had to tweeze bits of paper fibers out of the nib; there was ink bleed, rendering the letters all smooshy; and the paper itself made the high-grade acrylic ink look more like magic marker.
OK, I'm done being nerdy for now.
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I wasn’t paying attention apparently when I had my last laundry shift and did something messed up to my shoulder. I’ve had either zero feeling or excruciating pain in the arm for the last two days.