What the hell?

oh dear

it's true.

Rob Lowe threw his hat into the California political arena to help Aaaaaaarrrnold out.

sigh.

Boy, am I tired. After trucking on two buses (with a/c !) back to Queens, I stopped to pick up groceries. (Bananas and strawberries were on sale and are presently chilling in the freezer in anticipation of a fruity cocktail celebration tomorrow).

I scrounged about until I picked up a NY Times, and sat on my ass in the living room until I had sufficient energy to truck up the stairs.

One would think I, who walked easily 50 blocks yesterday, would have no problem ascending one flight of carpeted stairing. But, alas, no.

I think my gut instinct to avoid the Queensborough Bridge on foot was right on. The pictures of mobs of people just doesn't work for me. Thankfully, my terrorism concerns were unfounded. But my legs and feet needed the soak I gave them tonight. But then, brilliant little pedicurist in training that I am did something stupid.

Let's just say my heel was bleeding quite abit until I kept over my head for an uncomfortable length of time.

sigh.

Only me.

posted by irene @ 8/15/2003 08:46:00 PM