July 13th, 2009

Haunted Vagina

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clay spider
kitty and shark

Jeremy was destroying a cart load of stuff and threw a giant ball of foamy clay at Cassie and me. We took turns fashioning stuff out of the clay as I was teaching her how to do my old shipping/receiving job. She made the goldfish/sharkthingie while I was showing her something, I made the giant kitty head (complete with paperclip whiskers) and spider while she was demonstrating that she knew what to do. People have slowly added to them, coloring them in with various pens, highlighters, and Sharpies. Sadly, it seems like each time I walk away from my desk, the spider suffers - she is now missing an eye and four or five legs.

It made me greatly sad that I never really played with clay as a child. I was never overly creative with Play-Doh, either.

I love using the "My mother is in the ICU, I don't have time to deal with you right now." excuse for bill collectors.

I wish this nausea would go the heck away already. I'm trying to pin it down to see if it's caused by anything, i.e. eating sugar, or dairy, or because I haven't eaten.

I can't remember my dreams last night, but remember waking up thinking that they were very, very important.