tl;dr: I am afraid of bugs. WHY WON'T THEY GO AWAY.

They've found me. The insect hordes have my location and are in the process of mounting a strike surgical in it's precision. They've chosen the main doorway as their entry point, having found the sole hole in my defenses- the centimeters wide gap on the left edge of the door.

They are sending in battalion after battalion of ladybugs through the gap. They mean to unnerve me, and they have succeeded. I am using too much of my resources and soon will run out of bug spray. When I am down to the broom and the extend-y vacuum tube, the wasps and beetles will strike. By then, I don't know how sane I will be, how much hold upon my facilities I will retain.

There is a wasp at the little window on the door. I can feel his taunts. We both now my end is near.

-Lucy

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Folks, if you for whatever reason don't usually catch Jon Stewart's show, tonight's show is one you need to make an exception.

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-Luce

i am a sheep baaah

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