I am the table.
I killed a huge bug in my bathroom last night. It was bigger than a quarter, kind of looked like a cockroach, but it had some cricket-y looking parts to it. I'm thinking crockroach. I didn't want to get too close to it, so I poured dish soap on it until it stopped moving. But I couldn't get rid of it. It was late, I was tired, and it was so big I didn't want to touch it in squishy dish soap. So I left it there. Then when I got up this morning, I left the door to my bathroom open because I didn't want to be alone with the crockroach. It's still there. I have to work 12 hours today, and I refused to start my day by letting a crockroach rest in peace in my trash.
However, I also didn't want to start my day the way it started anyway. And I sort of feel like an asshole, which is nothing new I am one, but for different reasons. And the worst part is, it's my feelings that are making me an asshole. No one forced me, or coerced me into it, my feelings make me an asshole.
Ugh. I'm dreading today.
When I get home, I'm going to pour myself a large glass of wine, and bury the crockroach. Unless I can get someone to do it for me. Then I'll pour two large glasses of wine, and watch the crockroach get buried.
However, I also didn't want to start my day the way it started anyway. And I sort of feel like an asshole, which is nothing new I am one, but for different reasons. And the worst part is, it's my feelings that are making me an asshole. No one forced me, or coerced me into it, my feelings make me an asshole.
Ugh. I'm dreading today.
When I get home, I'm going to pour myself a large glass of wine, and bury the crockroach. Unless I can get someone to do it for me. Then I'll pour two large glasses of wine, and watch the crockroach get buried.