delight: basset hound on back (basic doggerel)
I'm trying to learn, with my highly limited free time, to do nice things for myself and not panic that it involves spending money. I can't hoard every cent, even if I do have medical bills coming out my ears.

(I'm about to have some extremely expensive surgical procedures, and people like to think they're "elective" because they involve teeth. No. Not so much.)

So I don't have the energy to take pictures, because this headache is terrible, but this is just kind of a recognition that I got a gel manicure at a really wonderful place on 58th st. I still loathe my ugly, stubby fingers, and because I always break extensions I didn't bother getting them ... but I actually have a strong, long-lasting and luxuriously applied manicure on my ugly stubby fingers.

Which is making me tolerate them a little bit more, even if I'm also feeling as if the gorgeous polish highlights their ugly stubbiness.
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(pardon quality of photos. I used a dying cell phone to take these. it couldn't really focus or get good light.)

So, I am going to be heading down to my parents' tomorrow to work in a space that is not a disaster for a weekend, and as some of you may recall I'd had some issues with my main computer in that the i key wasn't working right and kept falling off. Well, yeah, it hasn't exactly stopped doing that, even though having it at the Apple Store fixed all the other issues. (They replaced the bracket. It just died again.)

My other computer, my primary 'work' machine, does not have a working charger right now. I've been using Brady's but I can't bring it with me.

So when this happened:

picture #1 )

I was just like ugh, oh crap, now what.

And then I remembered I had a bluetooth keyboard that I usually use with my iPad. Awesome! Except that my lap desk isn't really big enough.

I do, however, use Dap sticky-tack as a stim; squishing and stretching it for tension relief. Which means I have a lot of Dap sticky tack around. It is actually useful for things besides tension relief, and while I still don't use it to hang stuff on walls I have used it to fix shoes, and now, to stick to the back of the stand sections on the keyboard:

picture #2 )

Which was then affixed to the computer, and as it turns out it is exactly the same size as the MacBook keyboard. A++.

picture #3 )

I used it to type this post. Here's to innovation.
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This update is happening not even from having my computer fully booted up; it has the Linux-based HP Quickweb, and that's all I have time for (I still need to get on my dad's computer to get my Dirty Life stories to function and to do some research on some medical stuff that won't load on a netbook either) but I really just needed to post stuff so I had a record of it. Especially one thing, which is not the first thing.

1. American Idiot! It was spectacular, as were our seats, and I was really impressed at how they even made the two Green Day songs I do not like (Wake Me Up When September Ends & Good Riddance, both of which I liked and then got annoyed by) a wonderful experience to listen to. The end really made me sadder than I expected, because I was prepared for it, but as I hadn't known the words to "Whatsername" in advance ... Also, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" in acoustic is really beautiful. And, uh. "When It's Time." Just. Yeah.

2. Successfully got presents for: [ profile] chimbleysweep, my dad. Completely failed to get anything for: [personal profile] distractionary, [personal profile] zarhooie, [ profile] nehi and/or her daughter, and ourselves. But if Scout's birthday gifts are three months late, I suppose it's fitting everyone else's might be too? Except Brady still has a chance for an on-time present. (Actually, we found the perfect present for Brady until we discovered it cost $180.40.)

3. What was my third thing. I'm so tired I forgot my third thing. I know I ended up with a 2nd Avenue Deli hat! I missed it there. At least its current address is just as easy to remember, even if it isn't, you know, anywhere near 2nd Avenue.

4. And while we were there, we met this guy who asked us if we were from out of town (answer: no, he seemed pleased) and then pointed to a poster on the wall and asked us if we thought he looked like that guy. Mom and I both said yes. I said, "Is that you?" He said, "Yep." Who was he? Sid Bernstein. Normally I would operate on the assumption that everyone knows who Sid Bernstein is, but since my dad didn't even remember, here is an obligatory wiki link.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, and ended up reaching out -- instinctively, operating in Nurse Mode, out went my arm, and I helped him take a few steps. He thanked me and gave me a card for his latest act, said he'd be big someday. I hope so, because David Ippolito seems sweet and I'm sure I've seen him play a couple times. He's quite talented. Has to be to get Sid Bernstein's attention.

5. I'm sure there were other things, but the only thing I can still remember is that I lost a set of my pills, had to buy a new one (thankfully had a scrip) and the insurance decided not to cover it. Being out $300 makes it hard to pay the apartment complex their due rent in three days. So I have to call the insurance company and beg them to reimburse. I hate phones and I hate asking people for things and this is just going to be awful.

Right so I really have to go okay good talk to you all later.
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