My right shoulder – Ol’ Dislocatey – has been acting up lately. I keep looking out for a drastic, freak change in weather to appear, because I want to be like a salty old Sea Captain who knows when a storm is a-brewin’ because his trick knee is up to no good again. Alas, so far there’s been nothing. No storms, no squalls, no nor’westers – nothing but a sore shoulder and an unused sailor suit hanging sadly in the closet.

Two of my new bras are annoying to me. For some reason, there’s an extra hook on the back. Sounds minor, but since my boobs are huge, there were already more hooks than on a normal bra – one more is just overkill, and it makes the band about two inches wider. That is a lot of extra material to have wrapped around your torso, and I find it bunching and folding in uncomfortable ways. Few things are as awkward in a woman’s world as ill-fitting under things.

If this video for “Tarantula” by the Smashing Pumpkins has any actual tarantulas in it, I will be very angry indeed.

In other news, today kind of sucks. I am both sad AND blue for several unrelated reasons.

At least there’s no sign of bug eggs yet.