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derek is taking a long trip through pennsylvania and new york. he is not here to see my small tragedies this week or next, as he'll be on the road until meeting up with all of us in dallas for la festivale de vee et travis. beh, he doesn't know what he's missing. my basil plant is suicidal, i burned myself on the toaster oven, and managed to slice a couch cushion while trying to construct a homemade box. i ain't called calamity george for nothing, baby.

here's a whoop-a-dee-doo friday shoutout to liz. happy birthday, lady! glad to hear you're taking the day off from work to celebrate your big day with the fams.

my volkswagen is in the shop. boo. hoo. wahhhh. no no no, it's nothing big - just all those little things that build up after owning a car for ten (or is it eleven now?) years and all need attention at once. it's a good thing i was working in seattle and picked up some more hours here. we'll call it a "working for the car" holiday. the maintenance issue doesn't bother me, but now i'm fucking stuck without a vehicle. ugh, can anyone give me a ride?!?

the cooking continues. i will not give up! yet!

in an industrious move, i managed to make - YES, MAKE!!! - a tote bag for holly last night. it started out as a pillow, but as i reworked the old fabric pieces it turned into a seventies looking thingy that just screeched her name. (and she earned her stripes last night by taking me to drop off the car and get tacos in the wee hours.) you don't know, man... this is my first ever time to A: successfully sew anything at all from scratch, B: successfully make a button stay on for more than five minutes, C: not injure myself during a new project. look, no blood! all that and the hours passed by in a relaxing way without me even noticing time passing. there could be something to this.


quick fixes for my calamities:
talking to basil plant calmingly while stroking the leaves.
watering basil and giving it more sun.
keeping the bactine spray in the kitchen.
turning cushion over to hide the evidence.
renting a car, if need be.
keeping a vigilant eye on the litterbox so that dizzy no longer feels the need to make a ginormous poopy right in front of the human toilet in protest.
using a lot of tape/adhesive on stuff in general.