Spider bite.


So, I think I have a spider bite on my finger. I don't know when I received it, but it looks like I have a mini vampire bite and it's raised and sore and itchy.

ANYHOO.

Irie HATES spiders.

So today he sat beside me and I told him that I had been bitten by a spider. He did NOT give me the requisite sympathy, so I then proceeded to tell him that any minute now, baby jumping spiders were going to erupt from my finger.

His reaction of fear and repulsion entirely made up for his earlier lack of sympathy.

WOG!

It's not quite jogging and it's a helluva lot harder than walking... it's WOGGING. Ahhhh the walk/jog. What was I thinking?

Well, really, it was fine. But my legs still feel all wobbly and stuff. And truly, all I want to do for the rest of the day is lay on the couch and eat popcorn.

Except that to make the popcorn would require me getting up and standing, and that's too hard right now.

Maybe later.

cccooooooouuuuuuuuucccchhhhhhhhhhh. yes.

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Who's the asshole that decided 6am would be an appropriate time to get up every morning for the next fucking month?

Jerk.