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The past week was filled with concentrated efforts on the mundane things in life, namely preparing and filing our very-late taxes, making a long trek to suburban mall-land for Delia’s laser hair removal appointment (which didn’t happen because they mysteriously stopped doing laser and, also mysteriously, disappeared Delia’s appointment right off their computer) and shoot-shopping, cleaning house in a big way for our landlords to visit, and just trying to stay on top of our usual load of tasks to keep things going.

Last night it started raining. HARD. Our first big rain of the season. In no time at all we heard drips in our bathroom; there’s a vent in the ceiling where water always leaks when the wood is dry/not swelled up. Usually it doesn’t leak much and stops once the wood around the opening swells back up to seal the cracks, but it was still raining like a son-of-a-bitch AND leaking like a sieve this morning when we woke to our alarm set early (for us, or most people on a Saturday morning). Delia climbed up into the attic to fix it and did some other stuff so by the time the owners got here all was remedied. I know, most renters would think of this as perfect timing, for the owners to see a problem and get someone else to come over and fix it, but for us? Working at home? With porn and webcams and stuff? I do not want the interruptions and invasion of privacy. It is bad enough knowing they have friends that they send to drive by the house to spy on its condition. Of course, if I were a landlord, I’d do the same thing, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy being on the receiving end of it. As it is, they want to make some (understandable, and nice for us) fixes to some things, but I feel totally stressed out about the idea of strangers being in our space when we totally cannot afford the intrusion, especially since it’s impossible for me to use that time to relax. Jesus, I’m about to give myself a panic attack right now just thinking about some handyman coming over on his own schedule, doing shit piece by piece, never knowing when he’ll arrive or leave, not being able to schedule shoots or shows . . . yes, I feel very pessimistic about it.

Anyway, the rest of today I tried to stay awake and just enjoyed our fresher, tidier house. I finished a couple of books (the Lauren Bacall autobiography and the first Trixie Belden book), stared vacantly at nothing and stayed warm. We also watched television (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Dollhouse, Jeopardy) and stretched in our very dimly lit parlor listening to new age music with the stars shining bright outside (yes, it finally it stopped raining). I keep getting many-days-long headaches because my shoulders are so bunched up and my neck so stiff.

So. Our shows that we *were* going to do Friday and today are happening tomorrow (Sunday) and Monday. Members: you should go here for our schedule & group shows, and here for our spycams and members-only chat session.

I took the last pill in my birth control pack on Tuesday so I’m not sure why my period hasn’t started yet, but it won’t be a big shock if it happens around showtime.