23 July
Yesterday felt so much like Friday that I feel cheated having to do this all again.
Not that there will be all that much to do, since everything is packed for The Big Move, not to mention the fact that The Raccoon won't be there.
Big doin's here in the land of the free and the home of the flies--we're takin' the fight to them!
Translation? I've hung up flypaper round the house.
All very 50's and/or trailer park of me I know, but my apartment is too small to spray effectively, I really have no doors to keep the cats from being poisoned, let alone the fact that the kitchen is sort of everywhere, so I'd more or less be poisoning myself, and I can hardly be bothered to pile all of my dishes, silverware, pots and pans in the backyard just to waste a few flies.
So that luddite Cynthia Granville brought me a couple of strips to hang from my so - low - that - Columbine - couldn't - stand - up - in- my - apartment" ceiling, trying to keep them out of the major flight paths.
Mine, not the flies.
So one's in the bathroom where I'm planning on accidentally walking into it every time I step out of the shower, and the other one is near the cat box, where the flies love to play.
They are also fairly enthusiastic about the general sink area, but since I have a lovely mental picture of my coming home from work to find the apartment wrecked and Baldrick hysterical and wrapped in the thing, I decided against putting it in an easily leaped at spot.
Die flies, die.
On Journal L the other day, the question of the day was, if you could trade lives with another journaller for a day, who would you choose?
Can't choose just one, so I think I'd spend a day as Pamie to see what it would be like to be just that cool, one as Columbine just to get into his head, one as Dawn so I could speak Italian, one as Rob so I could be a father-to-be, one as Diane so I could live the writer's life in LA, the one with a cool car and a cute husband (not to mention seeing those lost Buffy episodes), one as Dave so that I could see how bad those twins really are, and one as Megan O'Hara so that I'd know why she stopped her journal!
I think I smell like cabbage. I don't think that I should be smelling like cabbage, but it seems that I do anyway.
It's not that I don't bathe, honest!
Today's horoscope:
Plan for action and excitement today. You can enjoy drama, exhilaration and enthusiasm. Do things which are physically active or thrilling.
One year ago today:
Yesterday was a very dangerous day to be a celebrity, it seems.
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