i had an out-of-character moment of rage on friday march 11 when i smashed my beard trimmer to pieces on the bathroom floor. oops.. but damn did it feel good to get rid of that shoddy thing.
saturday, after sitting though american idiot (a third time) with a somewhat unbearable pain in my eye, i spent the evening at an emergency eye clinic (new york has everything). a pleasant resident cut (with a sharp object, cut) an irritating foreign body out of my eye. this was somehow the second time in my life i’ve had to have such a procedure done.
great weekend, right?!
it got better on sunday when i discovered the cubby hole (a.k.a., shenanigans for lesbians). i just plopped down at the bar and carried on with four strangers. not the same as meeting tim at nowhere, though still quite enjoyable. new york is sometimes good at making us lonely slight-introverts get out and meet people.
