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that renter's insurance does not cover the emotional damages caused by the death of twenty-year-old house plants.

my grandmother passed away last year and left me all of her houseplants. some of them she'd had almost as long as I've been alive. I also had a peace lily from her funeral. i was told the lily would be very hard to kill.
 
it died last night.
 
five years ago, my friend Pat passed away and left me a dieffenbachia. it was a stringy thing with a single leaf. i nursed it into a six-feet tall monster that took over my bathroom.
 
it died last night as well.
 
when the Gibs and i started dating, i began re-building my vinyl collection, starting with the albums he bought me in Los Angeles.
 
last night, my entire collection was exposed to temperatures above 145*F for over twenty-four hours.




i noticed the first bite on Christmas Day. I didn't realise what it was at the time because, c'mon. It was just a bug bite. it itched and i scratched.

a week later, i had several more bites that weren't clearing up.
 
i found the culprit almost three weeks after that initial bite and i was floored.
 
you see, i'd seen bed bugs before. for three years i worked at a care facility for low-income mentally and physically disabled persons. it wasn't a full care facility; it was a non-profit struggling to meet the needs of the community on a shoestring budget, and despite everyone's best efforts, things like bed bugs happened.
 
the facility was quick to treat them. all employees were educated in how to identify the bugs and the best means of eradicating them before they really took hold, and we never had a re-infestation. they were always over six months apart.
 
i informed my apartment manager right away about what i'd found. to my knowledge, nothing was done at that time.
i took steps on my own.
 
i tore apart my apartment, laundering everything, steaming and treating my furniture, along my baseboards, everything. i didn't see any more for a week or so.
 
then our maintenance woman found several bugs in the communal laundry area. she also informed my apartment manager. by this time, two months had passed and the bugs had found their way back into my apartment.
 
i dumped my bed. my dresser, my nightstand, the entertainment stand in my livingroom, one of my living room chairs and an ottoman. i found where they were coming into my apartment and attempted to seal it. but it was too late. i was infested.

all this time i complained to my apartment manager about the infestation until finally she said she'd have a 'bug guy' come look.

he said he didn't find anything in my apartment.

i took her a container with all the live bugs i'd caught. it was gross. it was unsettling. she had an exterminator come round. everyone in the building was advised to take their animals away while the building was treated.
 
i began staying with the Gibs because sleeping in the apartment was giving me anxiety attacks. whenever i fell asleep i'd have nightmares about the bugs and wake up in a panic. i was sleeping less than two or three hours a night for weeks.
 
this last weekend i stayed at the Gibs' house and slept and enjoyed not worrying about bugs.

when I tried going home to grab some clothes, i was turned away. i was told that we were all informed that the building was being sealed and they were using the most effective means of extermination possible, as the entire building was infested. they were going to pump superheated air into the apartment, killing everything.

i was not informed.




i was not allowed in until this morning at nine a.m.

my apartment was a mess. they'd gone in and removed the sprinkler heads, for obvious reasons, but had knocked things off walls, kicked over furniture, etc.

the heat caused my oil paints to explode. my bottles of shampoo, cleaners, soaps, all swole and leaked everywhere.
and my plants.

all shriveled.

and dead.




in other news, I'm moving in with the Gibs.
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melatonin an hour before bed every night for the last two weeks and for the first time in my life, I'm responding to it. I'm starting to actually feel sleepy at night, and with the right amount of diphenhydramine, I'm actually falling asleep! still only sleeping about five hours a night, but man! sleep!

one side effect I didn't anticipate is the dreaming! every night is an adventure!

it's still hard, too, trying to be diurnal when one job still asks me to work two NOC shifts a week. all together, I'm working about sixty-six hours a week. haven't had a day off in over a month and I could really use one, let me tell you.

in other news, the program Code Monkey and I are writing is almost ready to release to beta. so that's exciting.

my life is a lot of busy nothing.

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...I met a family with five girls in their teens to early twenties. An amazing, educated family raised without television and primary public education. We talked about vaccination and the social and economic impact of The Mermaid's Lagoon, the new strip club that opened out by the airport.

I got to take a walking tour of San Francisco. Took a ferry and saw rainbows in two waterspouts that formed on the bay. Was almost killed and summarily saved from drowning by an attractive actor of some note.

There may have been some snogging.

Got to mock a movie producer in a ramen shop while trying to remain inconspicuous in the international district. No one noticed I said 'no mice' when I meant 'no onion.'

Ran into the same actor at an event there. Wanted to snog but there was a dirth a privacy. Instead, verbally destroyed an NBA player for some jackass ableist comments he made.

then I woke up, got dressed, and went to work.

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that keeps me up at night. usually it's just existential angst.

but I have scars (a lot of scars) across my shoulders, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, they hurt. like needles jabbed into the softest part of my flesh, they hurt so much that parts of my body spasm and seize and make anything that is not balling up in misery a task unthinkable.

I've been at my bed for three hours and each time I get close to slipping off to sleep, I'm stabbed with pain.

*sigh*

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Evangeline walked by the ruins of her great-great-great-great-grandfather's home almost every day the year she turned ten. At the time, though, she had little idea what a great-grandfather was, nor that she'd ever had one and that hers in particular had been one of the most famous pirates in the history of pirates and had once owned the entire island on which she and her family now lived. All she knew then was that she was hot and miserable, hated walking, and missed her old town where the air was usually cool and her old school where no-one laughed at the way she made her vowels.

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