Current location:	work
Current mood:	working
Entry tags:	fostering, martial arts, movies

I can has free furniture?!?!?!
Saturday was a very, very slow adoption fair. Almost no apps on anyone, though Zippy got some interest for being a freakin' beautiful cat. Still need to pimp him at work. Lack of working printer complicates this only slightly.

Sunday I slept until almost noon but woke somewhat revitalized. The first thing I discovered while watering my plants was that there was apparently a tiny spider egg sac planted somewhere on my mini rosebush in the couple weeks it was outside, because now it's covered in baby spiders so tiny they're barely visible to the naked eye. I could be wrong about the ID, they could be aphids or something, but the presence of lots and lots of webbing raises suspicion.

The mini rosebush is now in quarantine, wedged into the air conditioner housing right outside my window so I can watch it without risk of getting OMG TINY SPIDERS ALL OVER ME. I know it's a ridiculous phobia, but I sweartogod I was scratching and swiping at my arms and legs for twenty minutes after moving the thing, convinced they were on me.

Luckily they don't seem to have spread - none of the other plants have webbing, and are distinctly devoid of edible wildlife, so I imagine they've spent the hours/days since hatching spinning little structures and devouring only each other. One can hope that if any adventurers are left behind they'll starve before they get to the ENORMOUS SPIDER ON THE WALL DIRECTLY BEHIND ME stage. (You know, I seriously never found that one. I'm hoping Mamacita ate it, because the only thing that freaks me out more than live spiders is dead spiders. Not logical, I know.)

Cue massive apartment-cleaning! I moved some furniture around, took 99% of everything out of boxes and put it away, and carried my month-old stack of newspapers down to recycling. Where I found a beautiful ginormous dresser with a big "FREE" sign taped to it.

I probably looked like one of those cartoon characters trying to move something obviously too heavy for her, but eventually I inched it into the freight elevator, then inched it into my apartment, then inched it into the spot where the old beat-up dresser lived until now. I'll hang onto the old one until Saturday so it has all weekend to be snatched up.

Then, though my feet were pow'rful sore, Alex came and picked me up so we could go sneak Chipotle-to-go into Kung Fu Panda and make room for imminent George by moving some of my leftover crap out of the spare room. George gets a free Uncomfortable!Futon (TM) and Spinny!Chair (TM) because, well, because nobody wants to move them. Watched some Season3 Venture Brothers (the deconstruction, it will brainfuck you) and then schlepped some bookstacks and a pickanick basket (Hey, Booboo!) back to my place. Place is mildly cluttered until books go on shelf and old!dresser goes away.

Kung Fu Panda was awesome, by the way. Jack Black is still one of my many heroes. It made me miss martial arts so strongly that I looked up Kenpo dojos in my area. If I spell it "Kempo" instead (transliteration from the Japanese can sometimes be an inexact process) I get a hit right in Alexandria, which would be fantastic...I have to get back in some semblance of shape before I try anything, though, and I'm not looking forward to fighting my pain response every step of the way.