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The hits just keep on coming.
May. 1st, 2022 08:57 pmSo here's the good news: all my stuff is indeed in the new Devil Girl House. The movers came, loaded in an hour, and unloaded in not much longer.
Now here's the bad news: on Saturday evening, right before I was supposed to don my red latex dress and join Comfy Lady at the Seattle Erotic Art Festival after a month apart, I tested positive for COVID-19.
To say that the timing is unfortunate may be the biggest understatement I've ever typed here. I told my agent this morning, and he says we'll make it work for closing on Tuesday at the Devil Girl House.
How am I feeling? Not too bad. If I hadn't taken the test I'd think I had an odd cold. Some dry coughing, some light-headedness, and my sense of smell wasn't so keen this morning but it seems to be better now.
Where am I? Inside the empty Devil Girl Pad, which was filthy this morning. It's more presentable now. I still have a little cleaning and packing to do before I bug out, but I think it's manageable, even in my current, infected state.
Ex sweetly put together a needed care package – my emergency food is all packed at the other house, remember? – and sent the Wendling to drop it off and fetch the car from me. He knocked on my window. I acknowledged. He put the bag down in front of my door and ran.
I'm wondering which deity I angered to bring this down upon me with such pessimal timing. And it's not as if I was my usual party girl self, begging for trouble, for the second half of April.
Someday I'm going to look back at this weekend and laaaaugh. That day is not going to come soon, though.
Now here's the bad news: on Saturday evening, right before I was supposed to don my red latex dress and join Comfy Lady at the Seattle Erotic Art Festival after a month apart, I tested positive for COVID-19.
To say that the timing is unfortunate may be the biggest understatement I've ever typed here. I told my agent this morning, and he says we'll make it work for closing on Tuesday at the Devil Girl House.
How am I feeling? Not too bad. If I hadn't taken the test I'd think I had an odd cold. Some dry coughing, some light-headedness, and my sense of smell wasn't so keen this morning but it seems to be better now.
Where am I? Inside the empty Devil Girl Pad, which was filthy this morning. It's more presentable now. I still have a little cleaning and packing to do before I bug out, but I think it's manageable, even in my current, infected state.
Ex sweetly put together a needed care package – my emergency food is all packed at the other house, remember? – and sent the Wendling to drop it off and fetch the car from me. He knocked on my window. I acknowledged. He put the bag down in front of my door and ran.
I'm wondering which deity I angered to bring this down upon me with such pessimal timing. And it's not as if I was my usual party girl self, begging for trouble, for the second half of April.
Someday I'm going to look back at this weekend and laaaaugh. That day is not going to come soon, though.
