I feel like I'm getting sick which is total BULLSHIT. I don't have time. Really. I have so many sewing projects to get done, I'm leaving in four days to go to my Father's house for a week, I am meeting a good friend in DC, along with my Sistsers-in-law, and she is coming back with me to stay with us during my birthday week.
C'mon body! Oh, and I have a lot of improv things I want to be doing but don't have the time for right now.
Anyway anyway.
Fusca Designs
I want the small, comic bookshelf for our guest room. I have emailed Cancun to see if I can get one. I might have to re-try my email in Spanish if I don't get a response.
LOOK AT THESE CHAIRS! Amazing. I want one.
Don't see "Valkyrie". It's a pile of shit, as we all suspected. I will watch anything with Eddie Izzard in it, but he did not have a fighting chance of making that Hollywood-version of Stauffenberg's assassination attempt on Hitler any better. Tom Cruise should stick to "Mission Impossible". That's what he's good at. Oh, and he was good in "Magnolia" and "Tropic Thunder" (because he's basically playing himself).
Moving on. I've got a small fever people and have to sort through my entire wardrobe today to bring what I don't want to what my friend and co-improvisor calls "the fat-girl thrift store". I'm excited to sell some shit.
Okee dokee. I have piles of cool fabric that need my attention. PILES in my living room.
Off I go to try to be productive. I wish you luck doing the same.
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