Okay.
So.
This is the Little Apple Doll that Gemini bought me yesterday. For some reason.
It seemed cute in the store, but now it's a bit scary. I have it on the top shelf so it can't climb down and kill me in my sleep, but I'm still kind of creeped out because now it's watching me.
Technically, her name is Timor Balatro, but I'm going to call her Madeleine.
And no, that's not the exact doll, because I no longer have a digital camera to take pitchas of random things.
Um.
I've cried more in the past three weeks than I have in the past year. And it's all because of those damn daddy-longlegs. They keep on ending up on me somehow.
And then I freak out and start crying hysterically for about five minutes, even after it's gone.
This is getting old, really fast.
