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crazy // 2004-08-26

today we looked at the house owned by the woman who wrote this. usually the owners aren't there, and for good reason, but she was talking to our agent when we arrived. the two large hole-like scars on either side of her forehead were one clue as to her relative state of instability, as was the fact that she was slurring her words and that she simply couldn't stop talking. at first she was telling us some interesting things about the house, but then she just kept going, rambling about her art collection and a framed autograph from eric clapton on white house stationary framed on the wall and the hand tossed kitchen tile from italy and the triple beam support in the stairs and who knows what else. our agent took a bullet for us and pulled her aside so we could actually look around the house. later, our agent told us that she had been in a very bad accident and was in the hospital for over four months recovering from brain damage and a shattered hip, and that she had only just gotten out of the hospital a couple of weeks ago. geez, i can't even imagine what kind of accident would warrant the kind of pain relievers she appeared to have been on.

her house was gorgeous, incidentally, but not quite our style.

the fruit fly problem is getting under control, but i'm still grossed out about it, not mention humiliated that we would live somewhere so dirty as to attract that many bugs. so i'll blame that for the major freak out i had this afternoon. i don't really know what happened, but next thing i knew i was kicking boxes and sobbing uncontrollably. i've been having strange acupuncture lately, too, so i suspect that might be one of the things setting me off. i guess i just don't really feel myself lately.

on a happier note, i went bowling with the lovely ladies mrs. r and kyla, among others, the other night for kyla's birthday. yay for birthdays and yay for bowling!

lastly, it's been raining in seattle now for the past week, which has felt like a huge relief. i don't know how people can tolerate that much sun, but i'm certainly not one of them.

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