| Jan. 26th, 2008 @ 04:37 am Shoulder to the Wheel |
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I'm beat. I spent all of tonight running around outside, in the snow, mostly in an alley that would have been smelly but for the fact that it was so cold (there was a dead rat off to one side, frozen stiff). It was so cold that all my adhesive tape froze and wouldn't stick to anything, and I look like I'm sunburned but really it's coldburn on my face. My shoulders, thighs, and calves ache from pushing around full-size dumpsters by myself, my ankles hurt from standing, my arms hurt from raking and shoveling snow. All I had from 4pm-3am was cold pizza and too much coffee.
During load-out I went digging in my car for a bottle of WD-40 and discovered that I have a payphone, steel-toed boots, and several x-ray prints in the trunk, among many other things. I gave three people a ride home, and amid the hilarity the latch on my car door broke and I drove for a mile holding the door shut until someone fixed it at a red light with the pliers that were in my purse. I'm still chilled to the bone, aching, and have to wake up in three hours.
In other words, everything is back to normal. |
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