Today’s deck is the Agatha All Along deck.
It’s apparently a TV show? God I’m so disconnected from that sort of thing… The deck is fine, and interestingly came pre-shuffled, like, even having some cards reversed. If it’s a factory defect it’s a serendipitous one.
Today’s reading advises on taking care taking a brak to stop and think about what anxieties and such might be getting in the way of getting things done.
I had another weird dream today, this time having some intestine-related surgery. Nothing else weird, just having the surgery and pondering over the scar while going “that was shockingly simple”.
And then waking up hoping to everything and everyone that this isn’t a premonition.
I had some time to kill so on a whim I made a favicon for the Uma Musume blog.
I’m a sucker for monograms with the initials of something as a logo. And the idea of using a horseshoe as a D has been bouncing in my head for forever, but it wasn’t until last night when I’m almost asleep that the idea of “what if I add a second one inside that looks like the stick in the D but doubles as a U” came to mind and BAM.
Also, the colors I picked because they look like it’s a sports team logo. I’m very proud of it.
My day was going normally, I decide to pick up my laundry in the balcony to start packing up and
As you can probably appreciate by the blurriness, this was taken from behind a window.
There was a horror movie-esque progression to it though.
First I notice a towel crumpling in the very specific way fabric does when the bastards try to take fabric for the nest.
Then, I pull out a bed cover and see a very small singular comb, a single attempt by the fuckers to somehow build it in a pipe facing downwards. I flicked it off with a finger and then it dawned on me what I just flicked.
I look to my right and OH HEY THERE.
I immediately hole myself inside the house because fun fact: I’m allergic to the whole Hymenoptera genus. Ants, bees, wasps, mere skin contact burns me and if the smallest ant bites one of my fingers that finger will grow bloated and stiff and unable to be moved. We’re talking “no cream will save you bitch” levels of reaction.
Genus? Family? Kingdom? Those fuckers, bugs.
So I start wondering how to get rid of it before remembering: 1) the aforementioned allergies, and 2) I’m not in a third world country, I can call a service to get rid of it.
We Venezuelans are a reckless crowd, in case me as living proof wasn’t enough of an example. But a lot of that recklessness comes from a lack of proper resources to handle the predicaments.
But I have the resources now thankfully so I make a phone call to an extermination service. After that call and a couple of minutes the guy says he can only come tomorrow which… fine, sure.
In the meantime, this bitch here will go commando because those bastards have all my clean underwear held hostage.