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I find myself utterly spent this week.

Last week, I helped my lovely friends Rita and Ben birth their beautiful baby, Kathleen. It was a joyous and triumphant beginning to the week!

Sadly, in one of those weird turns of fate that life is so good at, my kitten Crumpet got really sick a few days later and I rushed him to the vet, only to end up holding him on my shoulder(his favorite perch), listening to him muster one last little purr before they put him to sleep forever.

We buried him under a pretty azalea under a lovely maple.

Sam and I miss his sweet purrself.

Gar! There must be a billion tiny black ants living in the planter on top of my fridge! And their ghostly white eggbaby thingies… Damn it. I hate it when I have to kill critters! But these guys get into things and bite and generally make a nuisance of themselves, so they have to go!

Easier said then done, though. Took plant out, moved fridge, caulked windowsill cracks(where they were emerging from, in a steady little egg-toting train) and tried to transplant the poor plant, but it’s absolutely riddled with ants. Sigh. I stabbed it up a bit and gave them a day to deport themselves, but everytime I checked it, more ants came rushing out, so I’ve dunked the whole thing in a pot of water and there it sits, ’til they’re all gone to ant heaven.

Hope my plant survives.

Here’s a link to some safety tips for cell use and also, a list of the worst (and best) cells according to how much radiation they infuse your brain with.

I wrecked Agnitara last week, damnit.

I was thinking(waytoohard) and the sun was blazing in my eyes and I just didn’t see that damn light go red, couldn’t stop in time not to smack into an Accord. Managed to drive to the gas station at the intersection and park.

Luckily no one was seriously injured(though my life is now a blur of chiropractic adjustments, massage and creaky, unhappy joints and muscles), but since I was too broke to afford collision last time the bills rolled around, I’m carless in Seattle.

Boo.

So, my computer survived the freezer(yay!) and the second load is merrily freezing as I type. My steam cleaner just arrived and just as soon as the weather turns sunny again, I shall gird my loins, charge up my battle cry and trusty White Wave in hand, go steam clean the hell(bugs) out of all my furniture and massage equipment!

My week has been a blurr of laundromats, trips to my newly rented storage unit and bagging stuff up for the freezer. Whee! Summer fun. Meh.

Pray for sun, OK? And perhaps a luckdragon-I’d appreciate an upswing on the luck front right about now.

OK, so my summer just took a bizarre, evil twist of fate.

The house we just moved into-yes, the awesome Wallingford home I was so happy with and proud of… had BEDBUGS!

Nasty, bloodsucking, nigh-invisible little bastidges-it’s a complete and utter sucking disaster. The landlord fumigated twice and they were still biting us, so here, a month after we moved in, we are moving out! Not just moving out, but we have to freeze, steam clean, launder, or destroy all our worldly possessions to get rid of the demonic little buggers.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Not to mention I’m in debt up to my ass already from having rented a place I needed housemates to afford and then couldn’t find housemates on account of the bugs/fumigation.

Life is SO not made of awesome.

Go buy this amazing anthology!

It’s a benefit for my favorite traveling folksinger, SJ Tucker aka SOOJ. She’s in the hospital without insurance, facing horrifically ginormous medical bills.

My friend Satyr has pulled some mighty strings and rallied a mind-bogglingly exciting parade of amazing writers and artists(including big names like Neil Gaiman, Amy Brown, Charles de Lint, Catherynne M. Valente and Laurell K Hamilton-not too mention himself and my friend Ben Dobyns-woot!) to put together a truly stunning anthology of tales.

You can also help SOOJ by buying some of her awesome cds here.

And, if you’re really feeling the generosity, you can donate here and for donations of $100 or more, I will personally throw in one of my famous ‘Feed your Inner Dragon’ t-shirts. For $1000 or more, I’ll handcarve an SJ Tucker plaque.

You know you want it.

Chicken pox, I keel you ten thousand times!

Or maybe I should say, secondary infections, I keel you, you gross, nasty, mean, opportunistic little bastards.

Poor Sam, not fun having your already sore, itchy blisters scrubbed. Sometimes being a momma’s just meanness incorporated.

>_<

..please send a rescue mission into the dark, clammy bowels of the garage to excavate whatever’s left of my grisly remains from the rapacious maw of the gigantic junkmonster.

Sigh. Where’s Don Quixote when I need him? He’d soon send the looming piles of files, masks, paint, massage cushions, wings, sketchbooks, carpet remnants and other detritus skittering back to the hell from whence they oozed!

Accumulation is surely the eighth deadly sin.

:}

Who knew?

It’s perverted, it’s sexy, it’s nasty, it’s gruesome, GREEN PORN!!!!

Link via Travis. Thanks Rach, for putting him on chat entertainment detail.