Bishko, one of my cats, needed shots last night to deal with her microsporum or sth., and the vet warned me not to get scratched or bitten during. So of course I said naaah, Bishop is a cushy nice kitten, she won't scratch or bite, while I wrapped her in a towel and looked away (I hate the sight of medical injections.) I was probably thinking Lyra, who never even noticed she's being given a shot.

Well, yes. That went as predicted. And because the vet said sometimes flea poop stays under cat's claws and infects the wound, one's glands will be affected, I now have a swollen red stab wound on my wrist and my hand hurts like Hell. 

Of course it does. 

I could have been wearing an anti b*mb suit and I would still get stabbed by a dirty kitten claw in this story. 

Lost a dare. Got to restart the shop now.

What is the word when you hear a piece of music and start crying uncontrollably like you're mentally pretzel-shaped? I am sure there is a long German word for it.

(Mozart's Requiem, in case you were wondering. I was looking up the translation of the Dies Irae lyrics and it started playing in the back. Now I'm whimpering, googling what the fuck is right with me.)

On a plus side I woke up at five. 

Did I ever tell you about that fucking nightingale who lives in my (very acoustic) street and starts going all at it at around four?

I have a splinter inside my trigger finger tip. It's so small you can barely see a tiny black point just under the skin and when I press it, I wish someone would hammer my foot during. This is all because I was playing with velvet grass yesterday and G said: Don't play with grass; don't you know sometimes you get puss-filled little blisters from it?

No, I did not know that. WHY would you? I love grass. Velvet creeping is my favourite. And it's not directly related to my finger, but if I am going to get injured from playing with grass, it will be microscopic and so painfully I am not going around the apartment looking for a needle and a lighter and courage to try and dig the damn thing out. 

It's five a.m. Need coffee to brain. Hold on. 

Blewh, had a tick the size of a stag beetle on my stomach today. It didn't really dig in yet, but they are not supposed to be that big this early in the season. There was no winter to speak of. Guess last yers' stags are roaming free.

We spent the better part of the day mowing the vineyard again. Two people using three different mowers and still we didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Fuck that shit is hard. First I used a flat push-mower, clearing as many terraces as I could before the terrain causes some to crumble and get too narrow (and G strictly forbids me to risk slipping and getting my feet carved off), at which point I switched to a small electrical garden stick to clear the bunches left around the grape bases. Then, so as to not loiter once the batteries on those died out, G took the flat mower to get a few more lines in, and I used the heavy stick mower. Cannot move my arms right now. Seriously, I am typing this with my nose. 

    Have you ever seen two exhausted people try to have sex? I barely managed to shower, which is must, as one is covered in bits of vegetation head to toe. Don't even remember how I made it to bed.  'Take me. Take me now.' 'I am not taking you anywhere. You love being on top, you climb on.' 'Best I can do right now is hug you. Come on. Find some place to work it and give it to me hard.' '*snooorrreee*'

Yeah.

No. 

Three days of hardcore menial labour. Half a vineyard to go. It's getting warm, too. Got patches of red neck and brown elbows, though some of that are oil stains and mild bruises from the mower and the tiny pellets of pebbles spraying about if I hit a bit of a dirt pile one of the dogs managed to leave behind the last time they were burying a fetch stick. 

Heard something really meta today :D One of those: 'Freak you out for the rest of your life' things ....

The first time I heard one of those was when I read: Have you already bought the clothes you are going to die in?

There are more. 

Today I read: You are being spied on by the future you by their memories. 

Damn. That is freakishly true. Somewhere in the future there is a wiser, calmer, more experienced individual who is judging everything I think and do - AM THINKING and DOING right NOW, actually. 

O.O

Some double-sided designs and some square, quote posters

 

Motivational printables samples:

Spoke to a stranger today!! On the phone! Go me! (It was a DHL operator and of course it was a pointless, frustrating and predictably futile dialogue, as she informed me again of the prices which I have since negotiated down to a manageable amount. Guess not. How shocking.). I was even put on hold and had to listen to bad music for a few minutes.

I feel so proud.

Can't remember the last time I talked to someone I didn't know, on the phone. I know there was a missed call from an unknown number the other day and I freaked out completely. Ah, well. Small victories.