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somehow i didn't wake up until after 8 today. still no sign of plumbers, so i need to wait at my house for them to call. but i need to do dog-walking and stuff over at b&d's. (::shudder::)

i'm so tired, and i didn't even go to bed that late.

in other news, b&d's computer is about an hour off. that thing which says i posted it right before 8 last night was actually posted right before 9. i came home and watched serendipity, which was very cute at times, but not nearly as great as i'd expected from the raving various of my friends did. slash is so far above your average movie in romantic comedy terms that it's spoiled me, i think! and one might expect me to go read some speranza, only i read it all last week. that route is now closed to me. ::sniff:: which won't stop me from reading something else.

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beverage | sleepytime tea

alright. so we call a different plumber and they show up. there's no crawlspace. the leak is coming up from beneath a cement slab. jackhammers are needed, the linoleum AND the hardwood's gonna have to go. they show me by stomping on the boards halfway down the hall. water seeps up from the cracks.

fucking son of a bitch. we're now talking insurance estimates and jackhammers, folks, and i have no insurance information. we're talking it's midnight in korea and bev and dave are in a hotel and don't want to be disturbed even if the cat DIES, and the phone number for the hotel has the wrong number of digits but the tour agency can't find out the real phone number.

i think i'm gonna be here all day.

i'm practically hyperventilating--well. no, i 'm not, but as close as i ever come, you know--and i have no one to talk to. i suppose i'll go give my email a try, and finish my cup of tea. take a nap while i wait for their best friends to call me back. read some more due south slash.

i don't even have any music here... ::whine::

shit.

let me spread you out among yellow garlands. who writes your name in letters of smoke among the

it just rained. the sky turned all dusky periwinkle white and it started rumbling, and then it became even more overcast, glaring gray, and water just poured down. for maybe half an hour or so. i can just smell it, practically, even with the door shut. thunder and lightning were in evidence. i stopped running around like a dead chicken and sat down at the computer again, the cat's asleep downstairs, i'm thinking i'm going to nap in what there is of sunlight on the couch downstairs.

i slopped clean water on my jeans filling buckets up--they're coming to turn off the water, because i explained about the leak, even though procedurally they need an sn. the guy on the phone was really nice about it. the sides and back of my tongue are tingling like i'm about to eat something good. the dogs are asleep in their little house.

there are some things about life that are just too perfect sometimes.

and i'm thinking,
maybe six feet
ain't so far down

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there's this odd little sore spot on my foot. maybe from chafing from the new(er) flipflops.

there's a picture floating around somewhere in kansas of three bridesmaids and a bride and two candlelighters, satin skirts hitched to the knee, painted toes in eclectic flipflops outthrust in a little circle. we were standing on a sandstone boulder outside the barn-building, a 4H thing, at the county fairgrounds, rented for the reception. the wind was so strong that when kyndra and brett pulled up in the little horse-drawn buggy and everyone tried to blow bubbles at them, it whipped the bubbles unpredictably back. standing on the boulder made it harder to dodge them, and i was terrified i'd end up with little spots all over my beautiful dress.

it ended up alright, except for aubry leaving early and these little demonspawn children (step brothers of the groom) popping nearly every single balloon in the place (which was close to 600).

marry her.

the newest subject line in spam. it's a step back in terms of creativity--although you could always combine it, i guess, with the newer trends of misdirected emails for something like "angela, marry her." or, hey. that's not legal in most of the united states. "angelo," then.

anyway, maybe it's a sign! like, that i should be writing my singin in the rain story, which has a marriage in it (no, i mean. not a marriage ceremony. married people. right.)

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you know when you're just filled for no detectable reason with uncontrollable rage? like your hands itch and your fingers burn to curl up into claws and you can feel tingles racing up and down your spine and the back of your neck and your arms. you can't believe you're not shaking. you just want to scream, or throttle someone, and your teeth start to hurt from clenching your jaw.

mothers have this power, i have noticed. so goddamned irritating, and it's completely unconscious on their parts, so you have to feel guilty for being so upset. c'mon, breathe...

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has anyone else ever heard of 'beyond the fringe'? they're a british humor group. my grandfather had a record of skits when my dad was growing up. i mean, maybe they're totally obscure, but maybe everyone in britain's heard of them? ^.^

anyway, it's really good. if only i could find the goddamned tape.

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my light fixture rocks. no, it's REALLY cool. i'll have to take a picture of it, let everyone see. not that you're interested, but it's my journal, and my whim rules! muahaha.

i finally got through to someone to leave a message for bev and dave today, in korea, after being transferred through three or four people. i said to call me whenever they got off their bus today. it's been five hours. i hope for their sake they're not still on the bus. on the other hand, i need to go to bed. ::yawn::