So, this morning I was drinking my oh so delicious smoothie for brekkie (in my BRAND NEW SIN APARTMENT), when my dad pulls up and honks, 5 minutes early. Ack. so i go out to find a disposable cup to put my smoothie in so I can drink it in the car, and I KNOCK IT OVER ON THE COUNTER. it's so thick i can't pick it up with anything, it's oozing. So I dumped a fistful of papertowels on it and left it there. That's going to be a nice mess when I get home in an hour.
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There simply isn't enough bookshelf space for all of my books. I'm not getting rid of anymore, I'm not!
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going to bed and waking up with the man i love is about the biggest possible luxury i can think of.
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i own a lot of crap. it takes a lot of people and many, many boxes to move all of my crap down one set of stairs, into a truck, and back up another set of stairs. with landings and turns.
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some friends will show their finest mettle when they're needed.
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i live too far from work now to walk. i can't figure out an efficient way to get here.
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our transit system bites the big one.
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Apparently, there is a bug called the Blister Beetle. I know this.
Yesterday, I saw a beetle inside the house. I got a paper towel (the tool of the brilliant) to squish it, but it was gone. Too smart for me.
A few hours later, I felt it. In my ear. I don't mind bugs, but NOT IN MY EAR. I frantically swiped at it, and finally got it off, although my hair made me feel like it was still there. I looked down and it was on the front of my shoulder. I flicked it off, and it landed curled up, looking dead. I left it to sweep later. I looked again and it was moving. I found a paper towel and squished it dead. Leave me alone! Stupid bug.
In one of my tossings and turnings I had a pain in my shoulder, which in my half-sleep I attributed to sleeping crookedly on it. When I got up, however, I felt this weird liquidy bubble on my skin. It looks like a burn. It's creepy and scary.
So when I got to work I looked it up. After much trial and deliberation, I discovered that there is a beetle called a blister beetle. It didn't look exactly like the bug that was on me, but it was close. Here's what the blister could have looked like: ew. It's not that large, but it is almost that shiny. It's about the size of my thumbnail, and it was scary until I read that it's not that problematic.
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we have been spending money like it's going out of style. but damn, our place is awesome.
Posted by nightingayle at August 4, 2004 04:52 PM