Monday, June 18, 2007

Mary, Mary, why you buggin?

It's been incredibly buggy lately. Because our landlords have the initiative of plant life, we haven't had a screen on our window in months. But it's incredibly hot, so we leave the window open a crack so as not to be steamed to death in our sleep. It's invited a ton of exos into our lives.

Today one was intolerably in my face. You know, like, a teeny tiny one that just flits about your eyes and nose and mouth but it's too close to see? Well, I was practicing the piano and this was going on. Every measure or so it would flit around my eyes, inside the glasses, and I would swear and swat.

And then I felt it hit the back of my throat. And I just thought, finally. Thank God that's over.

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