I knew it would make me shudder and die a little inside, yet I clicked on it anyway – the headline that says “Doctor finds spiders in boy’s ear”. That’s like, all my nightmares at once. I used to be terrified of spiders making a home in my canals when I was but wee, but my parents always said it was impossible so I should calm down and go to sleep. Well, it’s possible. My parents LIED. I believe I will fill all of my holes with caulk – delicious caulk – just in case.
I’ve been at work for just over 30 minutes and I think I’m going to have some sort of fantastic hernia. We’re moving on Friday. Guess how much of the space station is packed? Yeah, that would be none. Also, the Space Accountant is now doing tech support. I suppose this should make me happy – after all, it’s another body, right? – but .. well, I have a bad feeling about this. None of this is truly my problem, though. I was told not to worry about the move – so I won’t. My desk can be packed in half an hour. So the Space Accountant is doing tech support – not my problem. Sure, I’m trying to maintain some sort of logical support structure, but everything I do is shot down or ignored so I will just shrug and let people fuck up anything they like. Trying to fix things makes me pushy, remember? Pushy and naïve!
Yesterday Shan and I went out and chopped off all our hairs. I’m not quite sure how I feel about my haircut; it’s REALLY short and I feel kind of lopsided and shorn. Shan’s hair is cute though, and mine’ll grow back. Everyone else seems to like it; I’m just .. not sure. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that big a deal. After all, I’m married – I don’t need to look good anymore!
Hyuck.
Weekend was good; there was outside and dog shows and too many tourists and discounts and another trip to MEC. No bike ride though, since I was sore from my pleurisy and yesterday was very wet. This week there shall be bike riding! Verily, I have spoken!
Man, I do NOT want to be here today.
Oh, and I got new shoes and they are SUPER CUTE.
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My mom had a spider in her ear once. She kept having problems w/ her ear itching all day. Then, finally, she was in the kitchen, she turned her head side ways and was shaking her head (like you do to get water out of your ears) and this big ol’ spider dropped out on the floor. She promptly started screaming and made me kill it.
AHHHH WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?????
I refuse to believe.
Best of luck with the space station crap. I wish I had practical advice, but nothing’s coming to me. :-/ (Hey, I’m a guy, my instinct is to try to fix stuff).
Picture, please. Of the short haircut of course, not the shoes. (The guy thing again).
For the “true story” about the spider(s) in your head (and, so the story goes, the heads of all women) check out the newest episode of the horror podcast Pseudopod:
Pseudopod 036: Liberation. You can subscribe or listen to individual episodes from the site.