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remind me that setting 8am as a moving shit time is fine - except when daylight savings happens. then all my best laid plans of early and coffee and wahoo are right out the window in a splash dash - still hafta get the coffee - sort of run from upper haight to bernal heights. all good. moving was easy enough - only one potential muscle crunching moment and as moments go - it was fine. i suspect there will be none of the bruising and cranky leftovers that have been the lasting result of other friend moves.

then to bfast at 2pm with the lady - and dropping her back at work and home for a small slice of private. where all i can think of are two pairs of shoes that I SWEAR have my name on them at the store down the street. i could in theory buy both pairs. i have some xtra $$ coming my way via film writing , should hit with in a week or so. could put some of it on the card... hmmm question of the day, can i actually avoid temptation when left to my own devices. when there is no one there to see me feel like a matyr about spending the money...

dunno yet.

hafta get cash to buy a book at k'v tonight.
might be fun to wear a new pair of shoes.

hmmmm.

and of course - i am still getting lost in hands. moving into hands and smile wrinkles. a romantic fascination with anatomy.