furnace

it feels like it's been weeks since i last had a decent night's sleep. if it's not my back, or sudafed (made the mistake again yesterday), or new tattoos, or the unbearable heat...

last night was rough, waking up was rough, taking the nanny to task for not doing her job satisfactorily was rough. saying goodbye at the school to a mr smear inexplicably freaking out because he thought we were abandoning him - he was surprised when we picked him up and repeated "i thought i lost you" - was really rough.

only vaguely recognizing our creepy not-neighbour when chatting with her after my morning meeting, then being grateful that i hadn't

a nose too stuffy for the gym, uploading the latest podcast episode, getting a little bit of work done, discovering that the hospital had overcharged us by $600 in december and couldn't be less interested in returning the money, picking up gd and picking up mr smear, spending an hour not-working at the local coffee shop because i was assisting the background-check company and trying to get two phrases translated into latin, hurrying home to hurry to sea point to pick up a script

the struggle to keep my arm out of the sun is real. i don't know if i'd have committed to 154 sonnets initially if i'd known how difficult and lengthy the aftercare would be, 154 x 1-2 hours of pain is not the same as 154 x 4-5 weeks of avoiding water, itching, freaking out anytime something touches the open wound, and now, apparently, literally burning painfully like a vampire the instant the sun hits new ink.

mr smear unwillingly waking from his sauna-car nap, pharmacy and shopping, a great time playing with top trumps' adventure time cards, then watching a couple of episodes before bedtime.

a very late bedtime. followed by bureaucracy. and now it's 11.15 and i need to get some actual work done, dammit.

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MOSQUITOES. I FREAKIN' HATE MOSQUITOES.
and i didn't even know just how cruel they can be.