Oh my god, I am swamped! I am busy sending off art submissions in the hopes of getting somethig wonderful. I'm trying to do too much and my desk is a gigantic mess!

We are having mold removed from a wall so there is now a "negative airspace container" in our living room. A danger sign is taped to the front of it and the sound of a loud fan is roaring from the inside. During the day, men are working inside the space with full protective suits and respirators. Eek!

I'm also wondering why a lady stared at me in strange disbelief when I applied some contact drops to my eyes. ???

While eating some rye crackers, I found a little, dried out, dead bug on its back on one of them. I placed the bug-cracker on top of the bag and left a note saying that I found a bug inside. I was going to make an arrow pointing to the cracker...but didn't. When I came home, I noticed that the bag was more empty.
Amparo: "Didn't you see my note?"
John: "Yeah, but they looked alright."
Amparo: "Where did that cracker go?"
John: "Which one?"
Amparo: "The one that was on top...the one with the bug."
He sees the look on my face and then his calm face turns to shock.
John: "I ate it!"