the big let down

Wow, I'm fried. I went to Ten Thousand Villages this morning to help out with their tenth anniversary celebration. They asked me to do henna "tattoos," because I"m good at drawing, right? and if you're good at drawing at all, then you must be good at freehand, on-the-spot, make-it-up-as-you-go-along kind of drawing. They just laughed merrily when I said it made me anxious, because I can draw and obviously I was joking. Sigh. Most of the people who asked for my services were kids, and everyone including the adults seemed pleased, but all I could see was lumpy lines and uneven designs. By the time my hand gave out I could see improvement but there were still no works of art among 'em. Oh, well. It'll wash off, eventually.

When I came in from the dinner last night, I saw Miss Lily in the parking lot and had a chance to ask her about the sounds coming from my apartment. Turns out that my note explaining that I wasn't in town during the (single) occurrence made her even more uneasy. It seems that she had to leave her previous apartment in this same complex because of a poltergeist, and now she fears it's followed her here. Eek. And I was only concerned about burglers. Silly me.

Between finishing the GRE, working this morning doing the oh-so-relaxing henna, and finding out I might be living with a poltergeist, I'm plumb worn out. Food and maybe a nap beckon.