There was a big spider ON MY BATH TOWEL last night. I was not happy. I killed it with my slipper. Why do insects and arachnids inspire such irrational terror in me? Why? It's so illogical.
After my rather creative output last night (wrote a drabble and even wrote down a few bars of a tune that...really isn't awesome...but stuff like that pops into my head every once in a while), I ended up staying up pretty late, so I slept in this morning and then went over to my parents' house so that I could give my opinion on my mother's various potential outfits for the upcoming weddings. Not that I really have an opinion on fashion. She's asking the wrong daughter. But I did my best. After Dad got home, he came over and set up some sort of wireless network extender, so now my phone seems to have service. Which makes me happy, as losing calls is not at all fun.
Busy weekend planned - going to Springfield tomorrow for a friend's birthday, then going to an Escher exhibit on Saturday, then Mother's Day Sunday.
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