Because every conversation is about my arm, my brace, when I get to stop wearing the brace, and how I'm cold because it's autumn and my clothing isn't brace-compatible.
Because I've been an uncharacteristic hermit, and there is nothing else to talk about besides my damn arm.
Because I have trouble washing my own hair, and because it is impossible for me to put my hair in a ponytail.
Because I've been watching way too much TV.
Because my dinner tonight consisted of unhealthy, incompatible, one-handed-friendly foods: chips and salsa, cereal, a slice of cheese, peanuts, and a cookie.
Because I put the same shirt on three times in a row this morning. (The first two tries, I put the shirt on backward.)
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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