Will's Coffee House

John Dryden, Dramatist, Critic, Poet Laureate, and my ancestor, frequented a coffee house called Will's almost daily, where he would hold forth on sundry subjects with great wit and aplomb. Same deal here, only without the wit or aplomb.

Location: Large Midwestern City, Midwestern State, United States

I am a stranger in a sane land...

Thursday, March 23, 2006

I Got Blisters On Me Fingers!!!

It's true, actually. I spent the day (well, several hours of it) putting together a new computer desk--one that required the use of hammer and screwdriver, not just one of those "comes with the package" s-shaped octaganal screw-thingies. I'm actually quite handy with tools--you wouldn't think it to look at me. Or to know me, really. But thanks to--of all things--my experience as a Theater major, I can both build--using power tools and lumber and everything!--and sew; given a pattern, I can make a shirt from scratch. I never have, since I have more important things to do with my life, but still--if I ever decide I want to move to Indonesia and work for pennies a day, hey, I gots da skeelz. But I haven't built anything in awhile, and as a result, my hands are of the delicate scholarly type, so yes, I'm blistered. And yes, typing hurts. Which is why this entry will end here.


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