I really wish the summer would end already. With the horrible heat waves we’ve been suffering, and the lack of rain, half of the province is currently on fire. The city that I live in is located in a valley, and currently the valley is surrounded by a wall of fire. The closest fire to where I am is about a thirty, forty minute drive. The smoke has settled over us like a dense fog, and in some parts of town it’s actually raining ash. While I was waiting outside of work the other day, waiting for my ride home, I was only standing there for about fifteen minutes and I was completely covered in a light dusting of ash. The worst part is that even with all of the windows closed in my home and minimal opening and closing of the doors, the smell of the smoke and ash has just permeated everything. All of my clothes and my towels, etc, smell like I’ve been hanging out at a bonfire.

The sound of air tankers and fire rescue helicopters is constant… I must have awoken to them flying over my house five or six times yesterday. I’ve been monitoring the situation closely, keeping an eye on the notices posted for areas of evacuation. So far I’m alright, and I’m praying that it stays that way. I’d have nowhere to go if I had to leave.

I finally got my snake bites last Tuesday. I was talking about piercings with a co-worker, Neil, and he told me that his friend Jake had started piercing out of Brian’s tattoo shop, and his pricing was more reasonable than Kathy’s (my usual piercer). I had already spoken to Kathy about getting them done, and she told me that she was willing to do them for me for $180. That kind of made me grimace, so I went and saw Jake, and he told me that he’d do them for $120. I have to say that I wish Jake had been piercing earlier than now, because I would have had him do all of my work. Not only was he really sweet and easy to talk to, he was extremely thorough. He does aromatherapy beforehand as well, and that was a completely new experience for me. I was so relaxed, that I was barely phased. Usually there’s a moment of panic for me, that whole “why-am-I-doing-this” moment, and  I didn’t experience that at all. And I was very please with the result:

Not too shabby. The swelling has gone down and they’re healing rather well… I’m really excited for them to be completely healed, so I can experiment with different jewelry looks. I’m going to take a break from piercings and focus on getting my KiTTiE tattoo done… my first appointment for that is with Trevor on the 10th of August. I’m really excited for that.

So the new layout is finally up, and I’m really liking this one. There’s still a few kinks to be worked out, of course, and I might change a couple things here and there. Please let me know what you think of the new design.

I spent my vacation mostly just lazing around. I was rather disappointed in myself, considering all of the goals I set out for myself this past week. I didn’t even accomplish one. Which makes me inwardly reflect and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just… horrible with goals and “to-do” lists and tasks outside of work. Once work is over, it’s like that part of my brain shuts down and commands me to DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING until it’s time to return to work. I hate it. I really, really hate it because I’ve always prided myself on being task oriented and being someone who could just bust out and get things done. It seems that I’m not like that anymore. I’m going to try to be… I just wish I had something that would really motivate me.

I found out last night that I’m getting my inheritance next week. I was kind of confused as to why… I was under the impression that you only receive inheritance when someone has passed on, but apparently not. As sad as taking this money makes me, I’m extremely grateful. I can’t help but feel that this is the cosmos’ way of giving me a gentle boot to the ass to take care of and get my business in order. I’m going to be able to pay off several of my debts, get new glasses and invest in a gym membership. Which… is a huge breath of fresh air. A lifted weight.

David and I might be moving again. -_- This time, right out of town, into the boonies. I’m not really thrilled about it, considering it would take me out of my comfort zone completely… I really don’t want to do it. I hate moving. I always promised myself that if David and I did ever move again, it would be into our own roommate free house. I don’t want to say ‘no’ until I’ve actually seen the house… but my guts are telling me that this isn’t the time. Especially to out there. I moved into town to get away from the isolation… I’m not ready to move back into it.

So I’m late getting to bed, so I’ll wrap this up by leaving you with some brain food: