Gross, but hysterical. I really liked Helene, Chris's girlfriend, for the first time in oh, like, ever today. We were discussing class schedules for the fall, and she's enrolled in Parasitology. One of their homework assignments? To bring in a personal fecal sample for analysis. Um. I stared at her, absolutely horrified, for about ten minutes.

And then I asked, "So what if you've got a gorgeous lab partner? What do you say?"

"Well," she said, absolutely deadpan, "I see you really like corn."

It felt good to laugh. In approximately 45 minutes, it will be exactly one week since my purse got snatched and this cycle of awful luck began. It's a full moon, it's Lammas, and it is ending. I'm excited about attending the Grove tomorrow-- I've lacked focus all week. Generally, I'm pretty upbeat, but I've been faking it. It's just been one thing after another. And now, poor Martin, our 14-year-old kitty, has to be put down. He's vomiting blood, the poor guy. He's so old and rickety. It's going to absolutely break Adrian, and I wouldn't be surprised if our poor dog Lady follows soon after.

I finally gave in and did some therapeutic shopping as a distraction. Some of it was to reclaim what I'd lost-- I got a new bag, big enough to put books in but with all sorts of neat nooks and crannies, and of course my favorite lipstick, the only lipstick that's ever looked good on me. I also got a comfy green tee-shirt that I'm contemplating getting a pair of oversized cargo pants to match. And I got a completely kick-ass watch for $10-- I've nicknamed it "the Aeryn watch" due to the recent Farscape-athon. It's black leather about an inch wide with lots of funky buckles and a very sci-fi face. It's time to get over this funk. Hopefully, I've seen the last of unforseen woes for a little while.

This icon by isabel0329. Jake Gyllenhall is rapidly becoming my imaginary boyfriend. I mean, just look at him. He's got good arms, I love good arms. I melt at good arms. And the smile. Guh. Those Gyllenhaals, they kill me.

I'm actually going to get a good night's sleep tonight. I will be in bed by 11, up at 9. Ten hours of re-charging, and boy do I need it. I have so many things that I've been meaning to write about, things I've seen and found beautiful.

For starters, Toni (sunflwgal) and I went to CedarLight Grove's "Rites of Caffeina" meetup this morning, where among others, I met Sati (satikat) and Crystal (acousticdream). The sanctuary was beautiful, with altars everywhere and gorgeous hand-painted murals covering the walls. The gardens were amazing, and there were two concentric rings of shale stones around the altar, which was central to the tree, the well, and the fire, the Grove's symbols. I'd love to go back. Though neither Toni nor I can make the Lammas ritual, we're planning in advance to make Mabon. A Wiccan group also shares the space, and though the HPS seems a bit like a prima-donna, we'll check out one of their full moon rituals some time in the near future. Sati was very funny-- chatty and very forthright, and I was lucky enough to hear Crystal's incredible rendition of "Me and Bobby McGee." Such a nice, throaty voice.

Anywho, the rest of the day was a bit uneven-- Mike and I had dinner at a Chinese place before renting movies and staying in. My TV is not working well. It was fine yesterday when Heather, Brock and I watched Dem. Convention recaps-- today the color makes everything look like I'm viewing through a red-to-green gradient. I'm guessing the color tube was damaged in the storm last night. And it's less than a year old... well, I hardly watch TV anyhow.

Also... Yankee brought back Patchouli. Give me two weeks, and a jar of it is all mine, along with a jar of Witch's Brew, which smells a lot like it but is black. Eee. The first stirrings of Halloween. Mike refused to see The Village with me based on bad reviews, but I still want to see it for the Autumn atmosphere.

I leave you with Catholic humor, sent to me via my Aunt Linda. I usually delete her multitude of "Jesus Loves You" forwards, but this one was actually quite amusing.

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