December 14th, 2008



Today is Dad's birthday. He would have been 86. That makes it four and a half years, and I still miss him.

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Post post-apocalypse day Tats is sore. My new wicks burn for twice as long as the old ones, which makes things interesting when your body says "Oi, time to stop!" but everything around you is still on fire.

Also, I felt somewhat underdressed, since Tank Girl isn't known for her modest attire, and some folks' vision of what happens after the apocalypse is very different from mine.. However, hooping is teaching me to brazen it out when I'm half naked and standing in groups with people who are fully clothed. And, I now have a new hooping costume. I can hoop in fishnets. Who knew?