i really hate spiders, part four...

       every day i want to be a hermit a little more. an author i admire, madeleine l'engle, once said "when we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. but to grow up is to accept vulnerability... to be alive is to be vulnerable." well i'm tired of being vulnerable. i want to move to a nice little tunnel and be a hobbit. i like air conditioning too much, though. and i don't like spiders. or snakes. or bugs. or dirt. and i'd need a power outlet for my kindle. hm. my plan is rapidly crumbling.

       by the way, i HATE spiders. yes, that word deserves all caps when considering what follows it. the two people who've read this blog since the beginning may remember this and this and this (hm. those will be linked eventually, but i am way too tired to go looking for them now. lol.). basically, though, i hate spiders. so, last weekend, one decided to crawl in bed with me. friendly little brown recluse. oh, and he thought he'd also help himself to a nice little piece of my inner thigh. yeah. let's just say i'm very glad he wasn't facing the other direction. i'm on day three (or is it four?) now, though, and there hasn't been any necrosis and the swelling is going down, so i'm good. it was just bruised and painful and scary for a while. and i'm so having my apartment sprayed.

       so i told dani i'd start the whole "come up with three things you're thankful for every day" thing. i'll start... tomorrow. lol. yes, this is another pointless post. lots to do. lots of emails to write. lots of homework to get done. lots of sleep to be had. yes, i think i'll go do that now. the sleep bit. later, taters.