Well, I've moved. It's about 101 F today with a real feel of 105 (that's around 40 C). It's so fucking hot it makes simple things (like finding my way around) very uncomfortable.
I thought we had big bugs in Carbondale, but I hadn't seen the Memphis bugs yet. There was a 6 inch cockroach in my bathroom this morning. It didn't move when I turned on the light either. I put a huge jar over it and named him Gregor Samsa. I'm hoping it doesn't drag my jar away.
While we're on the subject of Gigantic things I didn't know could get that big: the poison ivy is dreadful. There is a tree (a tree!) of poison ivy in my yard. I've never gotten it before but in taking out a huge patch of runners near the door I must have over exposed myself and I've developed a nasty rash on my forearm. It sucks. S.U.C.K.S. sucks. It seems to be getting worse, too, even though I'm wearing long sleeves and using anti-itch stuff. If it didn't take me 2 hours to find any store I'm looking for I'd head right to the Wild Oats and stock up on the homeopathics... but.... Amelia hates it when I leave. She keeps letting me know she wants to go home. Anytime I let her outside she jumps in the car. Makes me feel hella guilty, especially since I'm a little homesick myself. She'll figure out that this is home eventually, right?
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Poor Amelia! Whenever I have to move, I feel like that for weeks...
In a former apartment me and my roommate had the corpse of a huge silverfish behind the toilet for months and neither of us bothered to take it to the trash - some people found that pretty disgusting. We ended up calling the thing "Bertha"...
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