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...So this must be Melt Erin's Brain Week or something. Because... erm, yeah. Melty. For various reasons.
Today's installment? Random Neighbor Kid Shawn shows up and scares me, Luna gouges open my chest and gets me all bleedy (...s'just a scratch, but STILL!), then angst-writing, and now... Flies.
-_-;
Yes. House flies have invaded my kitchen in the span of an hour.
I go out ...eight thirty, nine pm. Get a drink. There's ONE fly, I kill it (and freak out a few seconds later because ...erm, dream-line. Hurting flies. Creepy. [Yes I'm odd]). Go back in my room... An hour or so later, I realize I didn't have dinner and go out to make myself something...
...And there's at least a dozen flies out there. @.@;;
No idea where they came from. Door was open for ten seconds earlier, long enough to tell Shawn the Random Neighbor Kid my sisters weren't home... And that was earlier, and so there's no reason for the flies!
So, okay. I start swatting at them. But they're the sort which are either brave or stupid, and ...tend to fly at you while you're trying to kill them. And land on the swatter, and look at you, and land on you and eeeeek. So I end up flailing around the kitchen, flyswatter in each hand... And by the end of it, I'm swearing at them (which... I don't swear much, so it probably doesn't count as 'swearing' to most people, but for me it was...) and almost in tears, and haven't managed to kill any. At all.
And then something in the OVEN starts to make noises - sounds like there's a person in there trying to escape or something like that. (...Slightly exagerrated, I'll admit. Maybe a small dog or something...)
...So I decide to scrap the rice-related cooking escapade I went out there for, and instead grab a can of stew, nuke it, and flee. V_V;;
I am now exhausted and paranoid.
I swear t'God, if I have The Dream tonight, or any like it, I'm going to .... do ...something. Something rash and insane and ZOMG. >.<;
...And my mom/sisters are home. Whoo. >.>;
Today's installment? Random Neighbor Kid Shawn shows up and scares me, Luna gouges open my chest and gets me all bleedy (...s'just a scratch, but STILL!), then angst-writing, and now... Flies.
-_-;
Yes. House flies have invaded my kitchen in the span of an hour.
I go out ...eight thirty, nine pm. Get a drink. There's ONE fly, I kill it (and freak out a few seconds later because ...erm, dream-line. Hurting flies. Creepy. [Yes I'm odd]). Go back in my room... An hour or so later, I realize I didn't have dinner and go out to make myself something...
...And there's at least a dozen flies out there. @.@;;
No idea where they came from. Door was open for ten seconds earlier, long enough to tell Shawn the Random Neighbor Kid my sisters weren't home... And that was earlier, and so there's no reason for the flies!
So, okay. I start swatting at them. But they're the sort which are either brave or stupid, and ...tend to fly at you while you're trying to kill them. And land on the swatter, and look at you, and land on you and eeeeek. So I end up flailing around the kitchen, flyswatter in each hand... And by the end of it, I'm swearing at them (which... I don't swear much, so it probably doesn't count as 'swearing' to most people, but for me it was...) and almost in tears, and haven't managed to kill any. At all.
And then something in the OVEN starts to make noises - sounds like there's a person in there trying to escape or something like that. (...Slightly exagerrated, I'll admit. Maybe a small dog or something...)
...So I decide to scrap the rice-related cooking escapade I went out there for, and instead grab a can of stew, nuke it, and flee. V_V;;
I am now exhausted and paranoid.
I swear t'God, if I have The Dream tonight, or any like it, I'm going to .... do ...something. Something rash and insane and ZOMG. >.<;
...And my mom/sisters are home. Whoo. >.>;