The Itsy Bitsy Spider(s)

The pretty courtyard where I take my breaks at work is infested with those tiny red spiders that bite. You know, the ones that are so small you can barely see them, but their bites leave coin-sized welts that itch relentlessly for days. There I was, sitting on the steps I'd been sitting on for 5 minutes, when I looked closely at the steps and saw I was sitting in a fine colony of them.

I jumped up fast and brushed off, but that 5 minutes was probably time enough for one to climb up my pant leg or under my blouse. I'm back upstairs, but now every possible sensation on my skin makes me squiggle in my seat and worry whether it was an itch or just my clothing brushing on me. I hate those little red bastards. I hope they have an infintesimally tinier creature that plagues them on their bodies.

Don't worry, I'll change every stitch of clothing and take a shower before coming to rehearsal tonight.

Can't Help Lovin' That Man of Mine

My beloved beowabbit just surprised me with the most thoughtful and creative gift: he bought me a permanent LJ account! I didn't even know they were on sale. Now my userpic collection can truly go nuts, and I'll never have to pay the annual fee again. Guess he wants to keep me right here, and he succeeded. Thank you, my darling. :-)

I donated the balance of my old paid account to theatreatfirst, so now it's a paid account until November (I think it means we can now post polls in there, if we couldn't before).

I has a wabbit, and he makes my heart sing. :-)