things that matter....
There is a fly in my room.
Buzzing around madly, while I stand in the middle, like a blind samurai, with a towel as my katana, swinging it to wherever I think I see it. And knocking over no small percentage of my stuff.
It's about an inch across and slightly slower than a boeing 757.
In the words of Harvey Pekar (american splendor):
I've matured. I'm concentrating on things that matter: CRUSHING MY ENEMIES.
Right now, the fly counts as my enemy. And it's still....taunting....me.
Little beast.