*appalled*

Bugs. Bugs are driving me MAAAAAAAAAAAD.

I'll forego bitching about the flies, since you've all heard it before. Suffice to say that it's no better, and that I take sick glee in opening the compost bin and trying to get the little bastards to fly out right into the web of Compost-Spider, who hangs on his web above the bin.

The new focus of insect-bitching is mosquitos. I HATE mosquitos. Always have, always will. All blood-sucking insects are inherently evil. Oh, and fleas, too. Josie's kitty supposedly has fleas. But I know it's not just the fleas, because I had a bite *before* the cat moved in, and I've *heard* the whining little bastards hovering around my ear.

I slept soooooooooo badly last night, because I was all worked up about the mosquito I heard every so often. And I had a really bizarre dream, somehow involving a train, the guy I had a crush on my freshman year of highschool, an SCA event, my mom and her boss, and Lupin. You'd think that last bit would be good, at least, but try imagining Lupin in sort of mauve velour (or perhaps thin velvet) robes, with pale blue fingerless gloves and, apparently, emotional issues. I don't really want to get into it--tis probably a very good thing that my memory of all but the outfit is very vague. Why the outfit stuck so well is anybody's guess.

On the plus side (maybe...), I now have a horrible urge to draw said outfit. God only knows what good it'll do, but it *was* kind of interesting.....

I have a bug-bite on the last knuckle of my pinkie finger.

These. Bugs. Are. Evil!!!!!!!!!!