Apr 09, 2008 00:44
I hate mosquitoes, I really do. I'll kill them without hesitation if any of them appears in front of me and I'm quick enough.
I'm already so damn tired from lack of sleep, alcohol intake while being extremely tired, too much studying at one shot, this mosquito still had to disturb me.
I felt some itch at my neck and I knew something was wrong. I switched on the lights, applied some cream and tried to go back to sleep. But the thought of IT still alive and roaming around creeps me out. I couldn't take it. So I switched on the lights to begin the search for IT.
Dammit. It was really there. I saw it skimming across my bed. This is the DAMN mosquito. I whacked down hard with my pillow (which was the only thing I could get my hands quick enough on), and it got dizzied. I picked it up by the wing, placed it on my table, took a piece of paper and squashed it flat. That damn mosquito.
Right. I shall go sleep in peace now. I MUST change my bedsheets and wash my blanket tomorrow. Yupp MUST.
Nights.