I burned my fingers when I picked up a plate I knew was very hot. And then I did it again. Good thing I learn from experience. Now the skin on two fingers of my left hand is tight and may blister. We'll see how it is in the morning. These sensitive hands really shouldn't do anything but turn pages of books and sometimes write things down. But not too many things because then my hand might cramp up.
As I was walking down the street earlier this evening, Coworker drove by and waved at me! Unexpected but I was quite pleased because I wouldn't have even noticed it was him if he hadn't gotten my attention.
Planning parties, especially when they're supposed to be professional, is hard. Mom, I'll need some tips. How I ended up being in charge, I haven't a clue but I'm pretty sure I'm better at having parties than anyone else on the committee.
Talking things out is hard when the other person doesn't really say anything. Or says stuff that doesn't actually mean anything or keeps saying that it can't be explained. But I guess talking is better than not and then being weird. Whatever. I think I kind of like just saying whatever I'm thinking without censoring it. The thoughts are transparent, nothing veiled, nothing avoided. Who knew honesty could be so satisfying?
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