i could cry.

i was supposed to have a 4 hour staff meeting today. saturday. i woke up to my alarm, and discovered my boss had texted me and said it was cancelled.

ugh.

i decided to be productive, since i was already up. my ride arrived shortly and took me to the grocery store. then i did laundry, and cleaned my kitchen. eventually, i ate lunch.

all was fine. normal.

i decided to take a nap. reclaim the hours i lost.

when i woke up...

ahhh...

there was a spider hovering above my bed.

i do not like spiders. no i do not. i trace the fear back to watching arachniphobia as a 9 year old. at a slumber party. i'm not sure why we chose to watch that instead of cinderella.

i do not feel that this fear is irrational. spiders do bad things.

what a terrible way to wake up. i go to great lengths to keep spiders out of my bed. don't ask. i did not think about the ceiling, and their evil, web-spinning powers.

what was it doing. what did it want with me.

i went to youtube to find the final scene of arachniphobia, so we could all be on the same page here. the wine cellar. the giant spiders. flying through the air in a ball of fire, screaming.

the egg sac.

i feel ill.

but i couldn't find it. this will do.



"look at the red stripe on its face! if you can call that a face."

shiver.