this is not what success looks like
Oct. 25th, 2010 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueThis morning, I put on my panties inside out, realized I'd done it, and immediately put them on backwards. It's that kind of day.
I had set aside yesterday to go to the state fair as a final goodbye to Dallas, since it conveniently ran through my last weekend in the city, but it turns out "through the weekend" actually meant "through Saturday"; the fair on Sunday was gone. Instead, we drove up to McKinney to bid adieu to the greater Kerr clan, who made another effort to get me interested in Stargate, and may have actually succeeded. I can't resist Robert Carlyle. I'm not made of stone.
Stress and an overtaxed immune system are allowing cystic pimples to erupt along the bridge of my nose. A few more, and I'll look like a Star Trek alien.
I had set aside yesterday to go to the state fair as a final goodbye to Dallas, since it conveniently ran through my last weekend in the city, but it turns out "through the weekend" actually meant "through Saturday"; the fair on Sunday was gone. Instead, we drove up to McKinney to bid adieu to the greater Kerr clan, who made another effort to get me interested in Stargate, and may have actually succeeded. I can't resist Robert Carlyle. I'm not made of stone.
Stress and an overtaxed immune system are allowing cystic pimples to erupt along the bridge of my nose. A few more, and I'll look like a Star Trek alien.
