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i'm feeling uprooted today; upset. i'm not sure where the sensation came from but it's floated downward and has nestled in my belly. i have a rich evening stretching out before me to do what i please with... but i'm already restless, knowing i have a 6hr shift tomorrow and such a busy week. tuesday i'll get some answers (and ask more questions) from my gp, and i'm hoping that will help me cash in on whatever energy i have dwelling within me. stupid exhaustion.
yesterday work was in & out of fun, in & out of stressful. one of the hercules beetles was in the slow (and painful) process of dying. erin & i made it this cute little bed and gave it an orange slice, both surmising that he would be happiest dying doing what he loves (which is endlessly gorging himself on oranges). i'm worried about norah (one of our adult mexican red leg tarantulas) because she took a tumble and was so freaked out and it was all my fault. poor dearest. kal & erin soothed me with endless tales of near disastrous situations they've encountered over the months... i've concluded people can be serious idiots. i mean, when a tour guide says 'this creature is really fragile and could die if handled roughly' and some kid runs up and starts poking it, i want to scream. luckily that doesn't happen too often. the one thing about tomorrow that really excites me is that i get to handle & bond with our new twig mantis... she's a gorgeous miracle of camouflage.
bryan came over last night and we weaved beautiful stories, our latest being about the tree house we shall build on a tiny island where no one can find us. we read poetry to each other and ate vegan chocolate ice cream (made with rice) and watched carnosaur, an awesome cheesy b horror flick i picked up for $0.50. we wandered aimlessly down to thetis cove, and the tide was in far enough for us to sit & peak down at dozens & dozens of crabs, feeding on algae and whatnot. we fell asleep on the balcony beneath shooting stars; we spotted a grand total of three. (not to mention fucking jets & satellites, mucking up the beauty.) we bitched about the latest: stephen harper is refusing to sign the ceasefire bill, even though 40% of the casualties are children. bryan does an excellent impression of harper - our miniature bush-in-training.
i'm going to make some tea and lick my wounds, try to salvage what i have left of this day and purge myself of such lingering sadness. i can't pinpoint the cause - that's the worst of it.
yesterday work was in & out of fun, in & out of stressful. one of the hercules beetles was in the slow (and painful) process of dying. erin & i made it this cute little bed and gave it an orange slice, both surmising that he would be happiest dying doing what he loves (which is endlessly gorging himself on oranges). i'm worried about norah (one of our adult mexican red leg tarantulas) because she took a tumble and was so freaked out and it was all my fault. poor dearest. kal & erin soothed me with endless tales of near disastrous situations they've encountered over the months... i've concluded people can be serious idiots. i mean, when a tour guide says 'this creature is really fragile and could die if handled roughly' and some kid runs up and starts poking it, i want to scream. luckily that doesn't happen too often. the one thing about tomorrow that really excites me is that i get to handle & bond with our new twig mantis... she's a gorgeous miracle of camouflage.
bryan came over last night and we weaved beautiful stories, our latest being about the tree house we shall build on a tiny island where no one can find us. we read poetry to each other and ate vegan chocolate ice cream (made with rice) and watched carnosaur, an awesome cheesy b horror flick i picked up for $0.50. we wandered aimlessly down to thetis cove, and the tide was in far enough for us to sit & peak down at dozens & dozens of crabs, feeding on algae and whatnot. we fell asleep on the balcony beneath shooting stars; we spotted a grand total of three. (not to mention fucking jets & satellites, mucking up the beauty.) we bitched about the latest: stephen harper is refusing to sign the ceasefire bill, even though 40% of the casualties are children. bryan does an excellent impression of harper - our miniature bush-in-training.
i'm going to make some tea and lick my wounds, try to salvage what i have left of this day and purge myself of such lingering sadness. i can't pinpoint the cause - that's the worst of it.