Worm Maggots & Toe Alert Level: Turnip Pink 

This last Sunday, I drove up the freeway in the hot, hot sun to Lynnwood. They have bigger trees in the north suburbs. I have pine envy. Lynnwood also has one of only two Mall-Warts in Puget Sound. Cheap plastic crap for everyone! Well, that and I REALLY needed a box fan for my apartment, new undies and bulk calcium supplements for my healing metatarsol.  I saw a lot of bizarre Evergreen State signs that screamed "WARNING: ENTERING APPLE MAGGOT AREA." Fuck, what are there like giant worms carjacking people on I-5?

I've been back at work for about a week and a half. Tomorrow, I go back to the doctor, the cute one, (heavy sigh), the good cop and they x-ray again and yell at me again for not using the crutches 100% of the time. (Hey, YOU try and pee at 3 a.m. on crutches!)

Today at work I discovered not only are half of my co-workers musician/singer types but one is an actor/director, several are writers, and Brandon is an amazing photographer who's studied film editing and other cool techy stuff concerning movie production. So, Brandon, you've been officially linked by moi. Check out his nighttime, time lapse stuff. It's better than half the crap I saw when I was taking fine arts classes at the University of Nevada, Reno.



Also, my foot. It's slowly improving. Some days it just kills and other days it's okay. I no longer have an eggplant. I'm now the proud owner of a turnip. -- Mz M.