Uncool things, vs. cool things
Saturday, July 21st, 2012 01:14 amToday was better.
Uncool: While I was chilling on the couch, an insect (at this point I assume any unknown insect bigger than a gnat to be a roach) got down my shirt, which was awful and has left me with my skin crawling since. Embarrassing screeches and immediate de-shirting followed, which Anne politely endured. I then went to the bathroom to strip completely for fear of secretly housing the unwanted creature any longer than those horrid seconds.
Anne politely presumed the bug came from outside since I was near the balcony door. I have the awful feeling it was a roach, and from the dishwasher, which we HAD run earlier in the night. See, we definitely have a threat of a problem here. Not an infestation, because we will have nothing of the sort, but when ever we run the dishwasher, we end up seeing at least one. They are definitely coming in through there when they come in, and not just trying to get in the door. (The door and the baseboards have been successfully sprayed, so they can't be coming in that way anymore.)
I hate roaches with a passion that eclipses any hate or fear I feel for other things. In fact, I've made a slight amount of peace with my utter terror about the heat death of the universe. When the universe is cold, there will be no roaches. That's not all bad.
Cool: Anne came over to hang out after work, and Danny got off work on time, and his car battery has been replaced as of yesterday night, and my day at work was significantly less demoralizing. I also found Adventure Time toys at Walmart on my lunch break, which I used to decorate my cubicle modestly. I didn't like feeling like I had nothing there.
Showed Anne the end of S2 of A:tLA so she could borrow S3 and watch it. She was painting neat shoes for a friend's birthday tomorrow!
I'm ridiculously exhausted. Sleep will happen now.
Well. It will happen once I'm not feeling crawly anymore.
Ugh.
Uncool: While I was chilling on the couch, an insect (at this point I assume any unknown insect bigger than a gnat to be a roach) got down my shirt, which was awful and has left me with my skin crawling since. Embarrassing screeches and immediate de-shirting followed, which Anne politely endured. I then went to the bathroom to strip completely for fear of secretly housing the unwanted creature any longer than those horrid seconds.
Anne politely presumed the bug came from outside since I was near the balcony door. I have the awful feeling it was a roach, and from the dishwasher, which we HAD run earlier in the night. See, we definitely have a threat of a problem here. Not an infestation, because we will have nothing of the sort, but when ever we run the dishwasher, we end up seeing at least one. They are definitely coming in through there when they come in, and not just trying to get in the door. (The door and the baseboards have been successfully sprayed, so they can't be coming in that way anymore.)
I hate roaches with a passion that eclipses any hate or fear I feel for other things. In fact, I've made a slight amount of peace with my utter terror about the heat death of the universe. When the universe is cold, there will be no roaches. That's not all bad.
Cool: Anne came over to hang out after work, and Danny got off work on time, and his car battery has been replaced as of yesterday night, and my day at work was significantly less demoralizing. I also found Adventure Time toys at Walmart on my lunch break, which I used to decorate my cubicle modestly. I didn't like feeling like I had nothing there.
Showed Anne the end of S2 of A:tLA so she could borrow S3 and watch it. She was painting neat shoes for a friend's birthday tomorrow!
I'm ridiculously exhausted. Sleep will happen now.
Well. It will happen once I'm not feeling crawly anymore.
Ugh.
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