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Eight baby spiders in my room. Of course, now I'm paranoid.. again. I'd rather not have a repeat of 'The Terrible Baby Spider Ceiling Invasion'. I'm still recovering from that one. On a more positive note... my room is no longer a ridiculous bright colour and no longer has waves. I'll try to see the positive part in that..... okay no. I still would have preferred the squares or the vine-ish thing, but I guess I'll have to settle with a canvas. It'll involve less sanding afterwards. They're setting up a fair of some sorts. In the parking lot right beside work. I realllyyyy can't believe it. They set up a ferris wheel from a truck. Ridiculous. Or maybe it doesn't take much to amaze me. But a fair! From trucks! I think I'm required to go. Or I might regret it. I don't do well with regrets. But I've been doing better with them lately. Regrets are the worst. Lying is one of them. Every time. I hate doing it but. it's necessary in certain cases. The strangeness is back. Along with a new one. A new one that I wasn't expecting. And wasn't expecting to stay for this long.

until later....