Monday, June 28, 2004
My day at work as a 70's era feminist
Since one side is capped, swathed, and taped, I was not able to wear a suitably constructive undergarment today. Whereas I can't say that I object to the feeling of having no constrictive binding around my torso, the freedom is somewhat discomforting, and I'm rather self-conscious about it. Perhaps tomorrow I shall wear two baggy shirts.
Maybe three. And a cardigan. They'll have to take my dehydrated body to the emergency room, but at least I won't have to worry about crossing my arms at all times.
Maybe three. And a cardigan. They'll have to take my dehydrated body to the emergency room, but at least I won't have to worry about crossing my arms at all times.
