leaving in a Mazda

I just decided to leave tomorrow instead of today. It seems crazy, weather-wise. There's all sorts of shit going on in the middle of the country, and one storm in particular that I think I will miss by leaving tomorrow. There are also a lot of things for me to do around here, and if I go tomorrow I can do  that and that alone. Go. Nothing else. Pack the last little shit, go to the post office, the bank, the thrift store... all today. And wake up early enough to miss Boston traffic tomorrow. I hope this is the right decision, and I feel it is in my gut.
Lately I am trying to be more instinctual. It seems to be working, except for about food, because right now I don't have the instinct to eat anything... I'm queasy all the time when I eat. So. I have to ignore that one a little better than I have been, and just eat anyway. I'm not hungry at all, which I find unnerving. Except I am having these occasional protein fits. Like, I need a piece of meat NOW.
Another thing is yesterday my tits hurt SO BAD!! And it will only get worse, I know! Damn! There are veins showing up on them. Did you know that pregnant people produce four pounds of extra blood during pregnancy? Cool. I think that's fucking cool.

Punk Rock Flea Market

I sent in my application and fee for a space at the PRFM this June 6th in Seattle. I need to get on the craft horse and try to sell some shit! I have a couple monkeys, of course, and some painted animals. I think I will also make some embroidered patches. It was only 25 bucks for a spot, and it goes to pay for the space and then to benefit the Low Income Housing Institute. Awesome. I'm so excited!! I'm so excited to live in a place where things like this happen.
I'm so excited about my life!!

Tomorrow I am heading out super early. The plan is to miss Boston traffic in the morning. I feel much more ready today and much better about the weather. Everything fit beautifully in my car -- thanks to Crash! The bikes are strapped on, the topper is rigged up there, and I only have one blanket, some sheets, road food, and my purse to fit in there now. I can see out the back and my blind spot! Can you tell I am feeling proud of this? Well, Mirabelle and her evil cousin are happy, too. See?