WHAT is wrong with my damn feet???
Okay, sorry. But seriously, this is getting out of control. None of my shoes are comfortable anymore. I’m getting blisters in all kinds of places. My little toe on my left foot is like - I don’t know what the deal is! Is it turning into some kind of hammer toe? Seriously, right now I can’t really even wear closed-toed shoes.
Needless to say, I haven’t been working out and am puffing up like a blowfish.
I guess I have to see a podiatrist. I don’t want to be one of those people who can never wear heels. I need all the height I can get.
So the other day a burglar stole our computers.
NOT good. I mean, it’s only how Conrad makes his living.
But . . . guess what? In an astonishingly uncharacteristic display of adult responsibility, I have RENTER’S INSURANCE!!! Paid the premiums and everything!
So our computers are to be replaced. We got them already and then the insurance company will take the receipts and reimburse.
Moral of the story? Buy renter’s insurance!
I’m dying to move.
This burglary is the last straw. Once I found out the house was being foreclosed, I was already halfway out the door. I’m tired of this neighborhood. I’m fairly sure the people across the street are drug dealers, or drug makers, or whatever. Tweakers.
I’m tired of the smell of our house too. Not saying it isn’t our fault, I’m sure it is. It always has an odor that is both rancid and curiously sweet at the same time.
I want out. I want to leave everything behind.
If only the burglars had taken more.
Actually, I’m a little offended that they didn’t even give any thought to stealing my Patti LuPone custom-made bobbleheads. I mean, they are one of kind.
Off to see Spelling Bee. I’m excited - I’ve never seen it before!
Oh, if you haven’t, check out my reviews of The Phantom of the Opera and Rent.
Out!
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