I was done with work for today by 5pm. Since then, I’ve been trying to muster the [something; willpower? Energy? Wherewithal? Strength?] to do something. I really want to paint, I have so many ideas. A few times, I sat (more: Lay) down in my improvised special painting mini sofa chair. The idea of having to lift a paintbrush was too much.
The only things I managed to do were, eat dinner, and figure out how to will my thinning hair into some remotely presentable style (“style”) for my work event tomorrow.
My muscles are screaming. The tinnitus is back.
Yesterday evening I tried to find an outfit that I could wear. I’ve been spending a lot of time in old sweatpants, my “dress-up” currently is a pair of overalls; they’re comfy but I hate how impractical they are when I need to use the bathroom, which happens a bit too often nowadays. I like to dress up for events like this, but last night’s attempt was a disaster: I have no pants and no dresses that fit me anymore and that I could wear tomorrow. Everything that somewhat fits is either way too short, way too bedazzled* and too short, or too warm. I ended up pulling some very old suit pants from my sewing stack, and 30 minutes of adjusting the side seams and 30 minutes of intense ironing later, they looked as good as only two years old. The button closure is a bit tight, but I really didn’t have it in me to go to some stores today.
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- “So all those years, you’ve been embezzling money from your employer?!”
- “Isn’t that were you put a lot of rhinestones on clothing?”
- “No, that’s bedazzling, and that’s also a crime.”
(Superstore)