In the picture with the gold ceiling, do you see all the heads? The masses at the Vatican? It was like that, or worse!, in every room. If you know me, you know I'm mildly claustrophobic, particularly when my space is confined by people. I hate malls. Is there a special name for that? Is there a name for a normally mild, quiet person wanting to rampage through a room screaming at the top of her lungs? There was no way out - for over an hour. Thinking about it even now makes me want to crawl into a corner and weep. Either that or pull all my hair out.
The last stop was the Sistine chapel and you know what? I didn't care. I spent about 30 seconds being irritated with everyone yelling "shush" and then I was out of there. Anyway, the ceiling was really high up. And there was a throne and a big fence and guards and so many many people.

Photo Extravaganza

Are you ready for a photo explosion? How about a random photo montage? I can't do the music part so you'll have to hum. Let's see... and the plot we are moving forward with this lovely montage is something like how Katherine conquered the world in 7 months.
1. Katherine drank amazing espresso on barge in Italy, Etna erupted (up close and personal), and glorious treasures were revealed (we won't talk about the people who died for those treasures - this is a happy montage).

2. Kingdoms fell, there was much rejoicing (and staring), and then - wham! - she exploded.



3. Katherine's feeling pretty good right now. She ca still move around but sometimes has shortness of breath and a little light-headedness. Turning over in bed (you know, in an attempt to find any comfortable position) is painful at best. Favorite outfit at present - giant tee-shirt from 7th grade, pajama pants, and slippers. Favorite food - dairy. Favorite... hey now, mind your own damn business.
You see, she still has a sense of humor burried beneath layers of psychosis. One little subliminal message may send her into a killing rampage, but her friend will defend her, have no fear.

Next time on Slinging the Stone, What Katherine Could Really Use If You've Got Money To Throw Away.

rough week

I'm only posting because I have one half hour to kill before I need to drink some foul sugar liquid and go to a doctor's appointment where I will have my blood drawn to check for diabetes and then it's off to work for me for another ten hour day, if I'm lucky, under halogen lights while the rest of you (okay, probably only Michele because she's lame enough to quit her job (I say lame because I have no idea why she quit her job and therefore it's fair for me to assume some unreasonable reason)) get to enjoy the sun and the kitties and the only way for me to stay awake is to write this completely nonsensical run-on sentence like I used to do in college for my short story classes in the hopes that something brilliant would emerge and guide the way to a glorious, deep and meaningful story about some girl with a child, going to the hospital to get checked for cancer because her mother died of cancer and all she remembers are the fairy tales about her mother's childhood in Mexico and she's terrified.

In the next episode, see fabulous post on existentialism (bobby falls in the well) with picture!