Heh...I love that kind of stuff.
There’s a store downtown that sells all kinds of antiquey things, including magazines and old advertisements, most for just a few bucks or so. They actually have a section of their advertisement bin just for typewriters and fountain pens. I think it’d be cool to buy some of those eventually and put them up in my office room.
I’m so excited! I’m tempted to jump up and go antique shopping...’cept Steve took the car so I can’t drive. And jumping up isn’t a good idea either.
Yesterday when I took Matthew to Latin I went to merge onto a highway and it wasn’t really a merge...there was a whole lane I could enter the highway on to but there I sat, in the middle of the road, waiting for the traffic to thin enough to merge on. Sat there for a while till someone behind me honked at me.
Oops.
Lack of oxygen to one’s brain, you know...heh.
96/68 at last check. Doctor’s supposed to call me and tell me what to do. I feel ok...just woozy. Not afraid of having a stroke anymore though.