Bat chick

I've noticed that I sweat more, since having cancer three years ago. In fact, I never used to sweat at all. It was as if my body didn't know how. Well, now, I am drenched in sweat. Lovely.

Rummage. The church is transformed into a HUGE rummage sale, with 20 tables covered with mounds of other people's crap. I like to think of it as more than 'crap' but for some, that is what it is. I'm tired. I have athletes foot. I haven't paid my bills. I haven't changed the sheets on my bed. My laundry needs to be done. And, tonight, a bat dove at me again.

My office is in the basement of a church. And, where there are old churches, there are bats. And, about two weeks ago, as I was getting ready to leave, a big ass bat swooped down at me, and went for me. I screamed, no one heard it. I think this is the problem. I work in a place where no one hears me, literally and figuratively. Anyway, the bat was back tonight, and dove at me. I screamed. The sucker was cruising down the hall. I hate this. I am afraid of very few things. And, don't like discovering new things I am afraid of. Well, I am afraid of bats, who are ugly assholes.

I am tired. I mean, really tired. I would like to got to sleep for about 3 days. And, then, be pampered. I'd like that.

And, the sale hasn't even started yet. God, how will I make it?