The SO is having pizza for dinner tonight with his trainer, to celebrate being down to his goal weight - his college weight. Whoot for him, but man, it sucks that I am still pretty close to my peak weight. But I'm just not consistent and dedicated the way he has been. I want the results without the work, and for some reason that doesn't work in music or in health.

I could join him, but a) I would feel weird eating celebratory pasta, and b) I have a lot to do to whip this house into shape still. Friends of ours are coming in, and we originally were going to do a house concert with them, but somehow it turned into throwing a show at a venue with two opening acts. And if we're lucky we'll break even. I don't even know.

AND what started out as them being there day of show and the next night has somehow morphed into: they arrive Friday, play at the open mic night at the coffeeshop as a promo, we set the venue Saturday, their full show is Saturday night, we restore the set because sunrise Easter services the next day at that church, pancake breakfast the following morning, church, and then Easter dinner our friends invited us to.

I mean, thank goodness our friends invited us, because I hadn't even thought about Easter dinner, being tight on cash and not knowing they were staying through Sunday night. So now Fri-Mon.

Thank goodness for moodgym or I would have been EVEN MORE of a sniveling wreck than I am right now. At this point I feel philosophical about it. It'll be what it'll be. They're good friends, so them being here will be chill, and if the house isn't pristine, so what?

I'll get it to where there's a place for them to sleep and a bathroom with towels they can use and feed them, and we'll throw the show, and it'll be what it is.

If they were expecting the Hilton, Liese, they can stay at the Hilton.

The project from hell is off to the printer, along with the monthly journal! Of course, I anticipate last-minute frantic changes even though we've sent it to the printer, because it happens every fucking month. But it's more or less out of my hair, and I am getting the fuck out of the office right now. (Yes, I stayed long enough to post a profanity-laden post. From work. Fuck yeah.)

Yay! Run, Teppy, run.

There was a chigger on my arm from my yard. I have several very itchy bites, but I didn't think chiggers because I've never had them in my yard before. Why does the universe hate me?

I cannot go into the grass in the evening around here come warm weather, whatever lives in there takes bites out of me that turn into dreadful holes that a diabetic doesn't need on her lower extremities.

I am watching The Departed. I had forgotten the ending. This is kinda fun.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Stephanie!

I want pizza, and Passover starts tomorrow. Meh.

I have heard of them and be told to be wary, but I have no idea what a chigger (or bite) looks like. Aren't those the ones you're supposed to like, paint over with nail polish?

Happy birthday, Stephanie!

It's cool and gray here today, but I don't care, because the first iris I've ever grown has a flower on it. Yay gardening!

Chiggers [link]