BUZZ BUZZ Once There Was...

1. i am sick.

2. i am behind in absolutely everything: keeping up with friends, personal responsibilities, work at work, work for the studio, even house cleaning.

3. i totaled my car a half a month back and didn't tell you all b/c of #2.

4. i am uninjured. no one else was injured either. no one else was involved. this is a substantial miracle.

The fires are getting bigger... not like a "little bit" either. Now there's 3 blazes north of my aunt and uncle's place in addition to the great big one to the east and south. They're still cut off from their daughter.


I've got an exam i didn't study for tomorrow. I've got a presentation about something i've not been working on. I've got to attend my classes in general. Have to go in early to work on the group project b/c we didn't manage to get to class all at the same time.


Grandparents (really, just grandma) pulled a psycho-trip and refuses to take Aunt to the airport tomorrow. Fine, but thanks for the less than 12 hour notice that i'll be getting up at 6 am or something to get my aunt and her friend to the airport so i can get back to the south and to school to get there early. Grand. Don't even know why grandma pulled a wobbler. Probably something about candlesticks for hippies.


My appetite has been insane lately. Is this part of going off one of my meds? Rise in appetite to obscene levels? Cravings for stupidly salty or sugary food? Willpower reserves that would shame a pregnant hampster with A.D.D?


Costume's not done. Blue, I didn't have enough fabric for two. Will be hitting Sally's mom's "Sewing Closet of UnFathomable Depths" for other potential Spink fabric. Lemme know if we should, or if you'd rather stick with Dr. McNinja for everything. My Spink is shaping up wonderfully; it may have inspired Sally to be a jellyfish.


Made good money today doing cleaning for an older woman with many health issues. She's trying to sell her house, so some one's gotta go back and wash all the "been living there for 41-years, had a dog, a daughter, and a smoking habit" goop out of it. Sally and I did our damnedest. My right hand still smells like Murphy's Oil. Promised to go back again on Monday to help her finish. Pay = Better than at work. Hell yeah. Too bad it triggers my allergies. (Cue the tiny violins!)


I have to get to bed. *waves* Night night.