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Nov. 13th, 2006 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI love my dry-cleaner. Last week I brought in the linen shirt (and by this I mean _the_ linen shirt, which wasn't only very expensive but is also: for my Regency suit, the best "Snape" shirt I have, and soothes me Swordspoint obsession as well. It's also the most comfortable thing I've ever owned) and they said, "these stains might not come out." ASKASKFDKDLRFSD!
Well, I got it back today. Perfect. Pristine. YAY! But... they folded down the stand up collar in this hideous, evil way. Obviously, a very easy fix, but yuck. I forget my clothes don't necessarily make any sense to most people.
Fencing tonight. I'm a little sore in my hip joints (for what reason, I don't know) from my insane run to the Botanic Gardens the other day, but otherwise feel prepared to begin the cycle of physical misery again. Yay me.
Well, I got it back today. Perfect. Pristine. YAY! But... they folded down the stand up collar in this hideous, evil way. Obviously, a very easy fix, but yuck. I forget my clothes don't necessarily make any sense to most people.
Fencing tonight. I'm a little sore in my hip joints (for what reason, I don't know) from my insane run to the Botanic Gardens the other day, but otherwise feel prepared to begin the cycle of physical misery again. Yay me.
