So yesterday I spent the whole damn day cutting check after check. It was like to never stop, I think I did six different groups of checks, and The Evil Overlord was really giving me the fisheye as I came back again and again into her office, asking for 10 more, 17 more, 42 more.

I ran around around like a lunatic all day, but at least I more or less felt as though I have accomplished plenty.

So, Mom ordered me these vitamins, this huge plastic drum with these little sealed foil packets, each with five pills in them containing things like iron and vitamin C and so on, and yesterday I took them for the first time.

About fifteen minutes after I took them, I started feeling kind of weird. Not sick, kind of, well, high, but not the loopy giggly kind, the "my arms are kind of heavy" kind. And it occurred to me that my body was shocked by the fact that I was putting something healthy into it! Iron? Vitamin C? Vitamin A? These are foreign concepts to my body, and they threw it for a loop.

Yesterday was payday, and when I got out of work I went to the newsstand. The guy saw me and said, "Movieline! Ve hav new Movieline!" and there was Premiere and Us and People and Entertainment Weekly, and last week's People and Entertainment Weekly that I could not afford until I got paid, and suddenly I had spent $25 on magazines.

Yes, I am aware that that is ridiculous.

Then I got home, walked into the kitchen, and was surrounded by a whirl of flies. Apparently, the ant spray doesn't kill flies--either that or they were all brand new flies that snuck in through my torn screens while I was at work.

How can bug poison possibly really be so specific to different species of bugs? Like the flies will succumb to hemlock and the ants to arsenic, but not vice versa. Or the ants have a debilitating peanut allergy while the flies have asthma that can be triggered by goldenrod pollen.

Anyway, kitchen full of happy flies. It'll be winter soon enough.

For dinner I had tortellini and this amazing new Ragu Rich & Meaty sauce that I got from the store last weekend. It grabbed my eye by being in a really peculiar-shaped bottle, but o my God, it's so good! It's as good as my mother's sauce, nearly, it would be as good with a bit of green pepper in it, but hell, I can buy one and chop it up and put it in. I'll even feel as though I'm cooking without all that actual cooking.

If you like your sauce almost solid meat but can't be shifted to got out and buy the hamburger and brown it yourself, this sauce is what you have been looking for.

I realize that I am, again, the last person on earth to find this site, but I have fallen madly in love with Loobylu.

And you can tell how much I love it, because this site is a gigantic pain to read from the beginning in order, what with a lack of next links and a year of blog that not only is backwards on the page but there are only back links so unless you are extremely intrepid, you have to read the entire year backwards.

I am, however, that intrepid.

This journal is fantastic, glorious, and unfortunately, only updated once or twice a week, but when it's updated it's worth the wait. And the drawings, I love the drawings! Which probably have alot to do with the slowness of the updates, God knows my photographs slow things down and they are nothing like as labour-intensive.

And she's pregnant! I love reading journals when they are pregnant, but it was great beforehand and will be great afterwards. Every stage of Loobylu is the best stage.

My package from Tipton Charles finally arrived! I have been waiting for something over a week for our somewhat peculiar local UPS service to deign to give it to me (they have a habit of coming to the door and standing quietly, and if we don't psychically know that they are here, they tiptoe away quietly, taking the package with them), but I finally convinced them to part with it yesterday, and now it is mine all mine!

Hand cream and body lotion and soap and shampoo and conditioner and a mud masque, and, best of all, lemon verbena deodorant! Not to mention a fabulous little package of samples of different scented body lotion, trying to sway me from my lemon verbena love.

I think I might have a really good bath tomorrow.

In re my horoscope below, heavens! And here I was planning on spending the day bathing and watching TV.

Today's horoscope:
Passions burn and excitement soars. A day for morning, evening and afternoon delight. The time for action is now!

One year ago today:
Will the sounds in the night ever sound ordinary again?

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