today i became addicted to this website whatsthatbook.com
what really interests me is that the way everyone describes these books they can barely remember reminds me strongly of one thing and one thing only: the way i record my dreams. as our memories melt away, they become more like dreams.
i didn't take a "before" picture of my masterpiece but it was like the top picture, ratty and mullet-shaped.
today i washed, detangled, repaired, cut, and styled the wig in the bottom pic. it almost looks like real hair now! i don't think anyone with the same level of experience (none) could have done much better. i'm so proud!
i just have to dye it and i'm well on my way to ready for halloween! ^_^
this piece of paper is about 2cm long and i found it INSIDE the SPINE of a book i was repairing today.
also i've lost the physical ability to speak.
it's a strange experience but i'm not upset because i know it will return eventually. ^_^ my friends collectively taught me their scattered knowledge of sign language, but "hannah green dog rainbow stars hard sex thanks" hasn't gotten me far. so i've been writing on paper to communicate.