Happy Birthday :)
I love my 29-years-old-as-of-today little sister.
Oh, happy day, when my only sibling was born, thus guaranteeing that for the rest of my life, I'd have someone else to blame when Mom asked, "WHO DID THIS?"
Ah, good times. :)
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I love my 29-years-old-as-of-today little sister.
Oh, happy day, when my only sibling was born, thus guaranteeing that for the rest of my life, I'd have someone else to blame when Mom asked, "WHO DID THIS?"
Ah, good times. :)
I miss walking. It probably sounds strange, dumb and/or confusing to read, but I do.
I used to walk home from work. I loved doing that; I walked through the city, pausing at the White House, staring at the moon, all while falling a little more in love with D.C. I felt so accomplished when I reached my front steps, after three miles of the best sort of natural, interesting cardio ever.
I can't even walk two blocks now, without experiencing some pain. It's not the ache that vexes me, it's the sense of helplessness. I miss "not caring", as in, not having to plan everything around my damned ankle. What? The Travis concert? Oh...can't stand for that long. SAJA? Not when I'm flat on my back, zonked out on painkillers. Out of groceries? Damn, can't even walk to the store.
My entire city-fied life was based on walking, on not needing a car or even the metro, or anyone's help for that matter. Now, I get shoved on the metro platform, if the escalators and elevators are working in the first place, that is...and then I don't get a seat, despite the very obvious cast which goes up to my knee. I can't really drive, unless it's urgent and that means taking OFF the cast and pressing pedals to the point of further injury. So, if I can't walk, I can't drive and I can't take the subway. Where does that leave me?
Frustrated.
And this is only day five, of a much longer sentence.
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Despite it all, I'm trying to be positive, I promise. I know, not so convincing...
June - July 2007
Are you in New York this weekend? Go.
Friday, was steamy, seamy and occasionally dreamy. :) I had been looking forward to SD all week, especially after posting about it on SM. Soapie's answers to my interview questions only made me more excited about what Friday held.
I just wish it were held somewhere different, because the venue was so hot, it was almost unbearable. The heat didn't suck-- the distraction it caused, THAT sucked. So, I sucked it up and tried to focus...because SD *is* special and I wanted to enjoy it.
And I did.
And more people signed up to be committed donors for Vinay.
And that alone made it a perfect night.
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