PickledCherub

Work was looooooooong today. I've been making these little book menus that we have, and it's tedious, headache inducing work, a lot of measuring, cutting, cutting, stacking, and re-cutting again. I finally got it down into a system, but that system only worked for the bigger books, not the little petite ones. I finished! I am happy to be finished with them.

I've run into a bunch of our old neighbors in the past few days, almost all of them, actually. One couple is going to have a baby in a month, the others are busy bees. Our neighbors were all middle aged couples, one married, one gay, one domestic partnership. They were all gardeners, too.

Lindsay and I are going to see Strength play tonight. I think I've been to every Strength show that I could, so far. I genuinely like their music, I like their dance, I like their strut. I don't really want to go out, but Lindsay wants to go, so I'm going. Plus, I bet I'll see a lot of people from work, and that's fun.

I have to go to work first thing tomorrow, because I made a mistake (sort of). It wasn't really my mistake, but it doesn't matter. Life goes on.

A lady on the radio said that "everyone's obsessions are to be celebrated." I like that.