I think I'm all packed for F2F. I'm half excited about seeing everyone and half anxious that no one will want to spend time with me. (I love these irrational fears that get programmed into one in grade school).

I so do not have the strength to deal with this right now. But, no one else is gonna, so I have to.

Gah. That is such an unpleasand feeling, but go you on the dealing with it.

{{{{{{{vw}}}}}}}

ANNE! I want to spend time with you! So, there.

(I am irrationally fearful that you don't want to spend time with me, since I have been very bad about getting things I owe you. BUT, I'm bringing the books I borrowed with me to return!)

Are you sure it was a roach, vw? I'm just wondering, because it was morning. Was it still dark in your kitchen?

Whee! I cannot wait to see you again, ms. bug! When are you getting in, again?

(and I honestly cannot remember what books I lent you--it will be like getting brand new books!)

Are you sure it was a roach, vw?

Yeah, I'm really pretty sure. I looked up a picture right after killing it.

Was it still dark in your kitchen?

Yeah. I was making coffee. I hadn't even turned the light on yet.

Oh! Anne! We get in Friday late afternoon. We'll probably be at the hotel around 7 or 8.

You loaned me a bunch of crafty books, some of which I have purchased so I can have them myself, because I loved them so.

Poptarts:

I just called dad again to vent. I was feeling guilty that I don't have the energy to try to deal with this before calling in the professionals. He's like, "Oh, no. This is totally something that you call in the professionals for. Don't you go digging around in the cupboards and behind the fridge."

Oh, also, they carry special allergens which are particularly bad for asthmatics. So, they really do need to be taken care of ASAP, and by someone who is not me.

vw, tell your landlord you'll be away for the weekend, and that the cat will be in the apartment. Odds are, the exterminator wouldn't come out over the weekend, anyhow.