Poor ita. Probably not anything she hasn't seen before.

ita, mygod, are you throwing up blood? Are they letting you go anyway? At the very least you should get to watch your tennis.

They delivered our w/d today, woo! I should be washing, with the right in my kitchen-ness of it, but nah, lazy.

There are things in boxes that I want out of boxes, but that means I have to go out to the shop and open random boxes till I find just those things I want. H is not going to be happy with opened-but-not-unpacked boxes strewn around, rather than the neatly-stacked-for-long(ish)-term storage boxes.

Thing is, neatly stacked for long(ish)term storage is likely to completely disappear off his radar, becoming no longer relevant, and that would not make me happy.

I could unpack the four boxes I have left in my closet. But the particular things I want aren't in *those* boxes.

...or I could catch up on Harper's Island before the finale tonight.

I think I'll have a peach and some cherries and think about it. Oooh, if I had the ice cream maker unpacked I could make peach ice cream! It's...in a box, somewhere.

...or I could catch up on Harper's Island before the finale tonight.

I thought that it's not being broadcast until next Saturday, July 11th.

Yeah, it's a rerun tonight, Bev. Probably due to it being the Fourth.

ita, what blood?! That was sort of startling to read.

Probably not anything she hasn't seen before.

No, but rude. I feel bad about being rude.

Whoops! That did read like I puked blood--no, I don't need that sympathy. Retching only. The blood was from the IV I removed from my foot. The IV I'd been waiting over an hour for them to remove so I could come home and take my meds and stop gagging.

Oh, ita. I'm so sorry.

I am filled with gronk. Which needs to stop, because I really should work on a short story that is due in, oh, three days. Eeek!

I went to a Zombie Walk last night, and stayed to watch Shaun of the Dead at the outdoor movies. It was a lot of fun! But why is it that even when I'm trying to look like a menacing, shambling mess, the comment I get from passers-by is "Ohh, cute!"?

Have you ever been in a cafe or restaurant, and had the urge to scream at another customer, "Jesus Christ, would you please stop farting!"

I haven't. Until now.

Hee! I was cracking open some cat food to feed Nunya, who tends to show up at 4pm on the dot for her dinner, and to my surprise, my neighbors cat SoCo comes from underneath the dining table and zeroes in on the cat dish. Picked her up and smooshed her and I don't think she realized I was a stranger til I went to put her down outside.

Finished painting the blue-green and spray painting the registers (heat-resistant "copper"), even got behind the washer and dryer. Not looking forward to painting all the trim (don't mention the ceilings to me!).

Now to mince mint.

Whatever the source of the blood, that sounds like a whole lot of no good, ita. Ugh.

Jilli, there is no getting away from the perky. But you did look great.

I made it out of the house, at least for a bit. Went for a medium-sized walk, finished my book, came back to the hood for groceries and got my nails done.

I thought you looked scary, Jilli.