I managed to make it home at a reasonable hour this evening, having left work early to get a shot at the doctor's, getting sidetracked hemorrhaging money (damn you Old Navy!), and then abandoning plans to go back to the office (escape velocity achieved!).
So I'm pondering what to have for dinner when I read an article about the return of the bedbug in the US. Apparently these creepy nasties were thought to have been wiped out in this country, but in the past few years have been reported in at least 28 states in hotels, dorms, apartment complexes and homes. No one knows why they're making a comeback and supposedly they're very difficult to eradicate. Which leads me to the question of how they were done away with in the first place. The article did not illuminate. It did, however, provide a lovely little picture of a bright red, flat little sucker the size of a small ladybug, along with the charming description of brown-stained sheets from the blood-sucking insect's feces which is generally the first infestation indicator.
A world of Eeeww. Perhaps I'll forego dinner for a tad.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Don't let the bedbugs bite...
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Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Event Horizon
It's 7:45 pm and I'm still sitting at my desk, hunched over my keyboard, slack-jawed and bleary. It's been one of those days. Yet, rather than fleeing the building at my first opportunity, I seem compelled to remain at my desk doing nothing worthwhile. Unless you consider exacerbating serious eye strain worthwhile. My office, and specifically my cubicle, has some strange magnetic quality - no, more like gravitational pull - that acts over immense distances to gradually draw me ever closer, spiraling me into the vortex. We're talking quantum level stuff where time slows down even as I'm torn asunder and sucked into a singularity so massive that there is no escape.
That's the only explanation I can come up with to why I'm still slouched here, squinting at my screen, eating Cheetos and listening to the janitor's approaching vacuum, rather than slouching at home, squinting at my TV, eating Doritos and watching Temptation Island 3.
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