I read my comics

But not my Neil Gaiman's. I think I lent them to mom. I sure as hell hope so. I did however find a box that has been in this disaster of a house since I moved here with comics I bought in Florida, as evidenced by the mildew reek and some bizarre grit which I don't want to know about. (they are smelling better now). Oddly enough, outside of the Buffy and Fray ones, they are all based ON Sandman and its characters so I took them to work and read.

My chair took pictures. One made me so very sad. I don't FEEL as fat as I was in that picture (and no I'm not putting it up) I don't know what I'm going to do but I can't be that fat. I just can not. 15 weeks of hard core exercise did nothing. I need to talk to the doc about the next step.

I'm still sort of sick. I felt fine in class. The moment I sat down to read the energy drained out me like someone pulled a plug. Has a headache, no appetite and a fever.

And today something weird happened. I was in the fridge getting dinner fixings and something hurtled off tte top of the fridge and I heard glass breaking. I knew without looking it was the 2 pictures I put in there so I could hang them up but I KNEW I had them on the table. I would never have put them on the fridge. Weirder? One didn't b reak but the other frame's glass shattered but there is more glass and bigger pieces than would even fit on this frame and I don't see a third picture anywhere. Now that's weird.

Photo a day prompt 'clock'



a new one I got for my office right between the stress ball heart and my stuffed black death collection. BUT it doesn't work (also it is not well balanced and fell) I need to email think geek.

Also the Women reading comics in public day picture that didn't make me lock myself in the bathroom weeping and it's still pretty awful.