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bursts into tears

I really, REALLY don't need any more reason to be jumpy. Really. Big skittery twitchy multilimbed bugdom is trying to take over my house and preventing me from being able to bathe. And it's EGYPT. In the SUMMER. So bathing would be a Really Nice Thing. Also, I still have to go to the Embassy to finalize the police report thing that I've spent the past 3 days running around sorting out, and yesterday I screwed up badly and stood up some friends, and really I just want to get back into bed and cry until the world goes away. But apparently that doesn't work.

blows nose

I really, really need a hug. And there is nobody to give me said hug. Which is very sad making, in a feel-like-somebody-hollowed-out-your-heart-with-an-apple-corer kind of way.

Also? Cockroaches.

Sorry. Sorry. I am Queen of the Buzzkills. We return you to your regularly scheduled kitty glee. 'Cause - kitties. What's not to love?

...would it make me happier or sadder to watch the last two episodes of Wonderfalls, I wonder?

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Hugging you tight.

Virtual hug {{Fay}}. I know it's not the same.

I think Wonderfalls is worth a try.

Loving the kitty descriptions! They'll get themselves sorted out shortly, I'm sure (she says ignoring the fact that her cats still have periodic dominance tussles after living together for 6 years)

Seekrit mesage for -t: YAY for 7/02

Yay indeed! I mean Yay

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It'll all be fine, Fay. The price of the Big. New. Adventure is that the last adventure has to end. If it's any consolation, you're living a life many envy. There are even more people who are trapped in their drudgery for the rest of their lives and haven't the wits to dream of escape (which, needless to say means not any of the Buffistas).

You are an adventurer and you have my admiration. And hugs.

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And what Pete said, as he said it so well.

And did I tell you about the time (cockroach font) I was using a squat toilet and a 2-inch or more (I swear it was the size of a chihuahua!) cockroach kept Coming Right For Me!!! I had to use the washing-up hose on him. Disconcerting.

That happened nowhere near Thailand. Um. Far far away. No worries. Really.

In mememe news, because that's all I've got, I'm in a mood. I actually had an honest-to-goodness anxiety attack on the way to work today! I think I'm going to drop Mal off at the nanny's tomorrow and have a Me Day, or something.

and, KITTIES!!! So happy that the boys found such a good home.

Oh, dear. Hugs to all that need them, and dirty jokes to those that don't like that sort of thing.

Fay - I hope the crawlie has done the noble thing and suicided down the drain by now. Raq - a you day sounds wonderful. Any particular plans?

Thanks, lovelies.

Jars, the beastie in question is, horrifyingly, much too big to go down the drain.

Yeah. I know. Not enough ick in the world.

However, I was Very Heroic Indeed and did manage to sweep it into a dustpan while trying to keep both brush and dustpan as far from me as possible and narrating the incident and giving myself a very high-pitched and nervy peptalk at a million miles an hour under the interested gaze of my cat, and then drumming my feet on the floor in sheer skin-crawly horror and flailing madly after I'd managed to transfer it into a bin.

Now I am eating Sweet Potato Fries and onion rings and chicken salad with fruit because I Deserve Nice Things as a reward. yes. And then there will be peanut butter cookies. Yes.

I would say you most definitely deserve Nice Things as a reward. My worst creepy crawlie experience was waking up in bed with a moth the size of my fist on my pillow, next to my face, staring at me. I'm still convinced it was intelligent, and planning.

In other news, why haven't I gone into the lab yet? WHY?!