Today I accidentally painted on a spider and accidentally cut a spider's leg off...
It was a bad day to be a spider in my yard today...the cut off leg one was me trying to get the spider out of a plat I was repotting and I snipped it just shooing it...sorry spiders, please do not invade my bedroom. I just threw up on myself from coughing so I feel very weirdly relaxed right now, drinking tea, cool breeze blowing in my bedroom window. About 30 songs on shuffle...it is a Jeff Buckley, Noah Gundersen, Edward Sharp & the Magnetic Zeros, John Paul White and Gregory Alan Isakov kind of night in musicland.... So much DNA/Ancestry action going on these days. Very intense is the business of paternity...it is so different for everyone...ranging from apathetic to obsessed. I want to know who my sperm donor/daddio is but the ship has sailed on it really altering my life too much. A nice Hollywood happy ending would be fantastic...but...you know...let's remember who we are dealing with here...a person who avoids emotions like the plague. I would prefer to step over...