it has to be a world record, or let's suffer for art

[theladyrose]

I caught frostbite in my feet yesterday because I felt guilty about leaving the kickoff event for APA (Asian Pacific American) heritage month early when so many people had gone already. I couldn't get myself to go because I felt sorry for the performers (the Ken Oak Band and Rhythm Natives, both of which really were a joy to hear) whose crowd was steadily dwindling. Support your starving artists, right?

Serves me right to wear thin shoes and no socks for three hours in the surprisingly wet grass. I wish I had the time between class and the event to go home and change into warmer shoes, but unfortunately I didn't. I don't think I've ever sworn so much in the 8 minute walk (hobble?) back to my apartment. It took me a good 20 minutes before I regained feeling in my feet.

I live in the middle of Los Angeles for Chrissakes. Who in their right minds gets FROSTBITE in JANUARY in SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA?!

Apparently I do.

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[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Oooh, dare I call this a plot bunny? Because now my interest is piqued.

I'm fine now, thanks for asking. Soaking my feet in the bathtub for a good 20 minutes did the trick.