So yesterday I went into the deli next door and yes! There were meatballs! Hooray! Although I might just have made the meatballs a little bit too big in my mind. They really are only meatballs and I should calm down.

As I was buying them, one of the girls at the register pointed at a speck in the air, which turned out to be a spider. The other register girl picked up a napkin to squash it, but I let it land on my hand so I could take it outside.

"Why you do that?" "Well, I couldn't let it hang here, I'm taking it outside." "But why?" And I really couldn't explain, "Well, there's this book called Charlotte's Web..."

I'm no spider-killer, man. I'm a spider-rescuer.

So I did something yesterday that might turn out to be a gigantic mistake, but I'm trying to make money, so it might turn out well.

One of the shows that is just starting in the big theatre needs to have the laundry done every day. Personally, I think that's overkill, most shows do their laundry weekly, that's what a dark night is for, but apparently they are a sweaty bunch.

Well, they were trying to find a laundry in the area that could do it, that they could trust, and they asked if anyone just had a washer in their houses. "I do!" I piped up. Because I do. So they offered me $6 a load, and I said that I could come by after my other job and pick it up, then bring it in the next morning.

I realize that I have a week off coming up that will be a gigantic pain in the behind to hang around and get the laundry, but I could make a couple of hundred dollars doing this. Taking in laundry, like I live in a Victorian novel. Mom said, "You're a washerwoman!" and burst out laughing. It may be a long three weeks.

Dulcy opened last night, to an audience of only eight people, but they bought $30 worth of concessions! That's more like it, baby!

The show actually sounds really good, and with Kelly and Omar and Barry and Tony and Sri and Rebecca in it, what do you expect, but it's this fun George S. Kaufman play from the 20's and it really sounds like a treat.

This might just be the best thing that Scalzi ever wrote. Or, if nothing else, the thing that speaks to me the most. It is a nice companion piece to Roy Zimmerman's song "Jerry Falwell's God".

It's almost embarrassing being a religious person these days, what with the word Christian starting to mean "stupid and intolerant" like patriotic means "hateful and bigoted" when neither of those words really means those things, just ugly people are twisting them so that patriotic Christians without hatred need to specify that they are indeed without hatred.

My Jesus forgives your Jesus. Right on.

Today's horoscope:
You'd never admit it, but you tend to be superstitious. So even though -- or maybe because -- things are going so well, you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Relax. Your antennae may not be twitching for an unpleasant reason.

One year ago today:
Unless Libby turns me down, then I'm out of older ladies and the tower crashes to the ground and will have to start digging through the rubble to find someone over fifty in this company who can actually act.

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