My friend Terra recently complained that there haven’t been many personal updates on Elish lately, so let’s remedy that.

Today is Andreas’ 29th birthday! He’s not big into birthdays, so it’s an understated affair. So understated that I almost forgot. Which is just how he likes it. This weekend we’re heading to Phoenix Fest where there will be loud music and dancing. I’m bringing some of my stockpile of costumery and it should be fun. Things are developing with selling my book but I don’t feel like I can really talk about it much here right now. If you’re really curious, email me or find me on tribe.

Yesterday at work we had some focus groups where we sat behind mirrors and watched people look at our website. It was interesting for the first three hours, but then we all started to get a little punchy and tired and the evening culminated with a coworker passing me a folded up note that said “TO ARIEL” on the front. When I opened it, all it said was “Shit-stained balls” on the inside, and if you don’t get it, watch this trailer. That same coworker put me in a position where I had to explain to my boss’ boss’ boss that we were laughing about farm animal toys arranged in compromising positions. Thanks, coworker!

Our new bedroom with the french doors is totally amazing. I like to sleep with the french doors open, even if it means little bugs and spiders crawl inside sometimes. Andreas hates spiders, so it’s always my job to take them back outside when they creep in.

Last weekend I got the worst pedicure ever. I’ll spare you the photos. I also started taking prenatal vitamins not because I’m pregnant but because we’re thinking about it and hey: folic acid is good for you, right? Ok, sure. The aging raver in me is amused that the prenatal vitamins look like enormous hits of E.

I’m getting super excited for next weekend’s campout. Lots of friends coming into town, and several of my favorite DJs in the whole fucking world are playing, including John Kelley.

I need a haircut. Electrosol’s gummy dishwashing packets are awesome. The raccoon finally ate a goldfish. It rained last night. Clearly, we’ve reached the mundane details, which means it’s time to stop.