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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.

I think my brain really did asplode from too much stress! This morning I got up all sleepy-headed, made Sam’s lunch and drove him to the bustop, merrily sent him off to school and-

-it wasn’t ’til his dad showed up to take him to his dentist appointment that I remembered this was one of the weeks I was supposed to keep him home on wednesday morning!

Gah!

I haven’t felt so dumbassedy embarrassed in a long time. Bleargh.

Seriously, I’m psyched to have a gallery show and it’s going to be a super lovely opening with all kinds of wonderful performances and yummy food and the paintings look so nice now that they’re hung.. but man, am I a stressball! It will be good to have it all done, done, done.

Sunday is the big day. Then I need a week of nothing. A week to just fizzle out and not have to remember anything, plan anything, photoshop anything, type anything, create anything..

Keep your fingers crossed, OK? I don’t want anything else major to slip through the cracks of my overwhelm.

It’s s’posed to be spring already for God’s sake!

Got off work a little early, happy to be able to walk back to my car(I parked a zillion miles away for my walking pleasure) in the light… and got slapped chilly for my pains by the nasty sleety rains.

Sigh.

Oh well, at least I wasn’t locked out when I got home. Like yesterday. When my housemate’s main squeeze, Jim, forgot we don’t possess a key to the lower lock on the front door.

Luckily, Molly came home as Sam and I were prying the screen off of Sophie’s window and betwixt the three of us, we broke and entered. Sam did an excellent job of scrambling up Molly(no boots in the face) and popping in the window(without crashing any of Sophie’s knick knacks) and unlocking our front door(yayz!).

Jim however, is in deep, as this is NOT the first time he’s remembered to lock, but forgotten which lock NOT to lock.

Sick, sick, sick.

Better then yesterday though. At least I was actually able to eat something today-and it didn’t come back up! And I’m not camped out on the bathroom floor debating the merits of puking-as opposed to trying to live with that horrible, belly-churning, need-to-puke feeling.

So things are looking up.