I really am not looking forward to summer being over. I don't mind fall weather, but it just means winter is coming. Barf. And, even though I haven't been in any type of school for 12 years, I still get that pit in my stomach as soon as Back To School stuff starts popping up. I get that pit and I have the typical horrible dreams where I can't get into my locker and I don't remember where any of classes are and I haven't gone to a single class all semester and now it's time for finals and I fail at everything. Yay for senseless anxiety! Wheeeee!
Back to my point, I'm not ready for summer to be done. But what I am ready for is for every single little long legged, buzzing, biting, asshole mosquito to die a slow cold death. This morning just took the cake. I had juuuuust finished scratching yet another bite and I saw one of those pets of Satan flying around my bathroom. It landed on the wall and I was quick to smack it. And in the process, I caught the edge of one of the plaster swoops on the wall with the side of my delicate little pinky finger. And the stupid mosquito squirted blood all over the wall.
I realize complaining about an injury on your pinky is ridiculous, but you try typing with a finger injury! Stupid bugs.
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