more on my unlovely wrist braces….so i tried to modify them by cutting off excess strap material. they have 5 straps on each (velcroed) to adjust the fit. of course, i cut too much off. so…after wearing them for a bit, having my hands swell some, i realized that i had to sew the cut off bits back on. i knew that was going to happen. i mean it always does and yet, i cut the damned things off too short anyway.
when brni came home and saw what i’d done, he said, “this is why i love you.”
i am not sure what to make of that.
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the cold got to me. took off at lunchtime for rest of day. yay! ihatemyjob.
anyway, decided this would be the perfect afternoon to break down and buy wrist braces to quiet down the tunneling carps. i tried on every brace they had; noticed that other people had done the same but paid nary a nevermind to which box they put them back into so they were in the wrong boxes. so…after straightening out the pharmacy’s inventory of wrist braces, i bought the two that felt the most comfy and weren’t screamingly ugly.so, now i’m practicing typing with them. is weird.
next, i have to try and draw w/them. i think it will be ok. the massage therapist told me to sleep with them on at night to keep from scrunching up my hands…i wonder if i can somehow make them sexy? looking pointedly at braces nah.
strange headline in sunday’s “parade” insert: “WE CAN STOP KILLER FIRES…plus Cooking for Couples.” ack. what were they thinking?
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well, i guess i’m going to see what journaling online is like. brni thinks it’s a good thing and since brni’s usually right (cough), i thought i’d give it a try. kinda weird tho to think people can look at this shit (or even want to), but people do strange things all the time.
so right now i’m at work and very aggravated, which is the usual state i’m in at work nowadaze. the construction dudes are deconstructing the first & ground floor. i’ve been evicted from the space i was working in for the past 16 years. my eventual space will be an 18×18 foot walled in box. i’m so looking forward to no windows, no view, no room for my elbows and best of all–no ventilation!
it’s freezing up here in my temporary digs on the 2nd floor. i’m in an aisle along w/my workstation, scanning station and boxes full of my supplies. the most wonderful thing here is my little space heater which keeps my feet and ankles warm.
my tunneling carps are so aggravated by all this that my hands and arms are completely pain-ridden and getting worse hourly.
so…ok. yuk. next entry will have NOTHING to do w/work. end of work bitch.
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