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friday (still) on my mind

[Fri am] The UPP has a website now. I wantd to watch Brief Encounter, but it was only on Friday and Saturday night. I did watch Cabaret, though. I used to think that Liza Minnelli wasn't very pretty when I was younger. I was sadly deluded. Also contains my favourite insult: you're about as fatale as an after-dinner mint!

[Fri pm] I don't think I'm going to make it. I was supposed to have my sister's wedding invites done for Sunday, and the printers said they'd try their best but the afternoon is slipping away. The guts are done. The information sheet is done. I even bought the envelopes. But the smooth cream card with its silver knotwork swans is still at the printers and I don't think it's going to be done on time. I was supposed to get it into the printers on Tuesday but I picked up the pen in my injured hand on Monday and realised I couldn't hold the pen steady enough to draw a smooth line and oh I know that doesn't usually matter but this is for her wedding, her fairy-tale, galadriel-dressed, in-a-castle-with-fireworks wedding and it just has to be perfect.I'm still terrified it's not going to be good enough. The printer couldn't show me samples of the metallic inks, so all I have to go on is the pictures in my head. As usual.

[Fri eve] A week without cycling and I'm getting weak. I can feel the muscles unravelling from around my knees, when I walk fast there are pains in the front of my shins, my tendons reaching for strength that isn't there. I can't cycle because I've hurt my little finger, and in order to ride my bike I need to curl my hand around the handlebars and I can't do that without pain. All the things that use my little finger. Picking up the water jug, coffee mug, saucepan, getting milk out of the fridge. Holding onto the bannisters. Pulling up my duvet. Holding a book open. Turning doorhandles. Flicking water from my fingers after I've washed them, that was really painful. Getting something out of the bottom of my bag. Ow, ow, Ow. And as for swimming ... I can't even manage the pathetic six lengths I did last time Anita dragged me down to the health club on a free ticket. Still, there's always the steam room. Poach me ...

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jinty
9th Sep, 2002 06:57 (UTC)
All the things that use my little finger. Picking up the water jug, coffee mug, saucepan, getting milk out of the fridge. Holding onto the bannisters. Pulling up my duvet. Holding a book open. Turning doorhandles. Flicking water from my fingers after I've washed them, that was really painful. Getting something out of the bottom of my bag. Ow, ow, Ow.
Ohh, baby. Poor thing. Funny how many things a finger is used for... even the little one...
mikeyvillain
9th Sep, 2002 09:41 (UTC)
I loved Cabaret. I thought Liza was very sexy in that film. I've always thought she was good looking. Of course she's looking a little rough these days, but not bad really, considering. Unfortunately her voice is now shot.
The play (Cabaret) was in Boston last year, I kind of regret not going.

Did you see a doctor about the finger? sounds painful.
cleanskies
10th Sep, 2002 02:50 (UTC)
it's not broken, so ...
The play of Cabaret isn't much like the film, at least the times I've seen it, it hasn't been. Everything's just much ... straighter. Less glamorous. More grim. The political stuff is more heavy-handed, the love triangle only goes one way, Sally gets a smack in the face for getting an abortion. She's also usually played by a bad singer (makes it more poignant or somesuch shit). Bah! Last time it was a local amateur opera co, too. I had to watch the film again to get the taste out of my mouth.

The finger's getting much better, thanks. I've damaged a finger before, so I know the drill -- ice down the swelling, buddy strap for support and protection, exercise by flexing to avoid losing movement. TBH, if you don't see a Doctor *right away* about a finger, there's not a lot they can do, even if it's broken -- one to remember if you ever damage a hand.
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