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 O hai.

Got up far too early and headed out to Hartville Flea Market with Ericka and Jessica.  I'd never been there before and was quite taken with the selection of fresh produce and fascinating junk.  I fell in love with an antique typewriter, but it wasn't fully operational, the seller had no idea what was wrong with it, and it was old enough that I wasn't sure I could find someone to fix it.  I came home with the following:

  • a matching set of Crazy Horse Cabaret pilsner-style beer glasses
  • two sets of brass knuckles, one of which will go to my derby husband and the other of which was snagged by my real husband . . . I found it sort of cute that there was a big sign saying that they were to be used AS PAPERWEIGHTS OR BELT BUCKLES ONLY.
  • a steel whip from the same slightly-illegal-novelties booth
  • a cutesy little ribbon-bound copy of the Rubiyat of Omar Khayaam that appeared to be from the early 1960's
  • some Gypsy Fortune Teller Cards (oh fuck yes)
What's frustrating is that my meds have brought out my Irish side . . . after never needing sunscreen my whole life, now I feel like my skin's on fire as soon as I walk outside.  "Increased photosensitivity" is putting it lightly.  SPF 85 today and my face still got burned.  After me spending my teenage years fantasizing about vampires, my meds have made me one.
Aaaaaannnd it's time for me to go wash my hair because I have a consultation with a dreadlock stylist this afternoon.   Yes, I'm considering dreads.  I'll see what happens.

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