Devastatingly Awkward: In Which I Flail Around CVS
I have many things to tell you, dear reader, but we'll start with an anecdote from today and see if I can still do this writing thing. Fall is finally here, and I am delighted. Temperatures in the 60s mean a more mobile, energetic Rebecca. I had lunch with a friend today, and, emboldened by the cool air, I walked 2/3 of a block to CVS afterward to retrieve five prescriptions. (Five! That's not the point of this story, but jeezy creezy that's a lot of drugs.) I don't know if it was because I'd been sitting a long time beforehand or what, but my gait was the same step-draaaaaag-step-draaaaag that made me think "I feel you, man" when watching the Mummy move across the screen during Monster Squad . See ya later, Band-Aid Breath! I briefly considered buying a "President Evil: Four Years of Hell" t-shirt from the street vendor thirty feet from my destination in hopes of briefly sitting in his folding chair, but I soldiered on, mummying my way