I'm talking to the spider on the ceiling in a farmer Jo type accent, in the hopes that while it traverses the room, it doesn't drop on my head.

Writing with a tremor is such a chore. All the muscles in my right arm are spazzing out. The show must go on! Poetry must be written!

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I had to laugh at this sentence: “Charles' reputation had suffered serious damage in 1993 when a newspaper printed details of secretly recorded conversation in which Charles spoke of being reincarnated as Camilla's tampon during intimate sex talk.”- so wrong. And yet so funny. Surely that should have put Camilla completely OFF Charles?

Wow, I’m just ( Read more... )

Not much. Xena watching and the obligatory death contemplation. Feels like feckin' 2003 all over again.

Meh.

Wow, the biggest spider ever ran past me tonight, like right past my foot and I actually screamed (it was a rather hoarse scream, but still a scream) and juuuust like the last time (it might have been the same one just in a different room), it ( Read more... )

I'm currently totally distracted by the biggest disappearing act that ever did happen. Fucker was there one second and literally 25 seconds later-gone. So there is currently one huge assed spider scuttling around somewhere in this room. *crawly feeling*

Ok so I just watched the story on the divers who were stuck in the ocean with jelly fish and ( Read more... )