cornerofmadness

I don't show great sequential thinking some days. I know it's gray out. I get dressed, do hair/make up THEN go outside to see that gray isn't just gray. It's a constant, invisible spritzing of moisture. If I had just gone outside FIRST.So I canned my plans to go to the Paw Paw festival today (it's already noon by this time too since I lack motivation as well and i put this on FB and the chair of my dept asked me 'was I afraid of melting' I'm surrounded by smart asses). There were SO MANY beers I wanted to drink too. Poo.

Now i'm sad I didn't leave. I decided well, let's open a window since it's cool outside and I need to clean because cleaning while hot sucks. I moved my bromeliad in its fairy orb and dropped it. It could have landed anywhere on the carpet but no, it landed on the metal in the floor air vent and shattered. Now I'm sad because my thin-glassed lovely orb is gone. I looked at it every day just to make myself happy and now it's shattered all over my computer area so you know no matter how well I swept I'll step on glass. Also my vent (you know the one that had the rodent living it) was filled with glass, obsidian chips and shells. If my knee didn't hurt before, squatting over that vent for 20 minutes cleaning it out with silicon gardening gloves (which came away dirtier than when I garden so now I'm grossed out) surely did the trick.

So I cleaned the bathroom. Cracked out that new cleaner I bought. Guess what Clorox Citrus Spray smells like.
A. oranges, just like the bottle says
B. death in a bottle
C. a cloroxed public restroom.
D B& C but not A

I barely cleaned anything. Managed to get a few more words on my story then went to Kroger's and out for dinner so if it doesn't rain tomorrow I can just go to the Paw Paw fest and over pay to get in. And then this happened making me write this open letter on FB.

Dear Kroger's Bagger,
I know you probably get tired of customers telling you how to do your job but all I asked was please bag my stuff light. You didn't respond so the equally young cashier repeated it. Do you think I didn't hear you say 'yeah, whatever' then laugh and elbow him. I asked because it's hard for me to carry them when they're super heavy.

So to be a total dick you made sure you got the ENTIRE order into two bags and flung the rest of the bags into my cart. I could have called the manager over. Instead I decided to be nice about it. Now it's eating a hole in my stomach. Apparently not being a bitch gives me hives.

The one good thing for today is my good friend in WI gave birth to her first son! Congrats, B.

And for Caturday have Kanda

And I finally remembered to put up the art work I got at the Welsh fest last week.

I love it. I need to frame it.

This is Kaleo's body type ( cut because it might not quite be SFW ) really hot though. This is why Aneurin is off track on his next scientific break through.