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[Jun. 29th, 2010|04:14 pm]
I know, it's like I don't even love you anymore. Is it that stage of the relationship where familiarity settles in like a botworm larvae in your stomach lining, ready to suck just enough joy out of your daily life to lull you into mediocrity, but not so much that you go to the doctor for an antihelminthic.

(Don't panic. You can't get botfly larva in your stomach lining. That's horses. I only used that analogy because I knew you'd get the picture and I was too lazy to research a human parasite that does nestle into the stomach lining. Humans get botfly larva in the our skin. And the human-feeding-upon ones come with spines. So you have to try and lure them out with raw meat, because pulling is not an option. See? Aren't you glad I used the WRONG parasite?)

Anyway -- so here we are. We never have sex anymore. No, wait, I mean, I hardly post anymore.

(Disclaimer. This is not a subtle or not so subtle reference to my personal life. Der. I will share some very intimate details of my life with you, but not THAT. Golly, the rug burns barely have time to heal, all right?)

Anyhoo. About the non-posting. Well, I don't know what it is about this year, but it just seems like everything is just a little bit HARDER than it really has to be, than it has been in the past. And although I'm far from finished with Faire stuff, at least I don't have to show up every weekend, but still, now I have a whole room full of stuff that needs to be....DEALT with. And the numbers of THINGS that have been waiting in the wings, that are now clamoring to be TAKEN CARE OF...is disheartening. And I am now being paid the wages of becoming an expert in my field. Everyone wants an answer, a solution, a convo...NOW. Seriously cutting into my goofing off time.

Plus, my body is being an ASSHOLE. Little pissy inconveniences...hormonal horrors, aches and pains, freaking ear blockages, get that taken care of and whoops, now it's an ear infection. That spread to my sinuses. Or vice versa. Needing ear drops that...check this out...four times a day, I'm supposed to put a drop in my ear and then lay with that ear upwards for 5 minutes. Then do the other ear. Really? Do the math -- that's 40 minutes a day laying down or laying my head on my desk like some kind of idiot. I have cricks in my neck like you would not believe. Not to mention, if the dose is one drop, give me a dropper that holds or dispenses ONE DROP. Because by the time I've got my head all tilted, I have no freaking idea what I'm shooting down that ol' ear canal. So, sometimes one drop, sometimes, big overdose. And a neck crick that belies belief.

And you and I both know where this is going. Holiday weekend... I figure that the odds are about 50/50 that this turns into something spectacularly holiday ruining.

Except that I seem to be specializing in petty annoyances, rather than elaborate failures, so I'll hang on to THAT for SOLACE.