Diving into sign language.

I'm glad I didn't stay home.

When I first met cynica at the LJ wing-ding, and found out she worked as a sign language interpreter, I told her I used to go to ASDB, and picked up a little sign language. So, eventually she invited me to the coffee house where deaf people often gather Monday nights, and offered to interpret for me. ( Read more... )

Bleeding money.

I just spent cumulatively $25 in cab fare in order to find out that my doctor's appointment is, in fact, tomorrow. Which I would have known in advance, if I hadn't lost the cell phone which I'm about to spend $50 replacing.

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So just because you're having muscle spasms in the afternoon doesn't mean you can't dance at night.