Just basted the parts I wanted to see again. Not fit to handle scissors.
What I thought would be a routine trip to the dentist turned into a marathon. I won't bore you with the details. Lots and lots of novocaine and whatever else they give you left me not in charge. Driving through Lalaland on autopilot with the music up loud will get you lost. It was a beautiful day for tooling around wondering wtf I was. Hungry but knowing there was no way I could eat anything.
Once I finally got home, I sat with the cloth and rooted through my stash for a few hours. It's a mess in there now. I'll clean up sober.
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rooting through stash ... and the hangover that is the resulting mess ... been there
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