2005-07-17 - 5:34 a.m.
So I left things in a bad state of disrepair. Not a problem. I'm used to rubbish output, at least I prefer not to use the recycling pile. Alas, there have been no major discoveries in my world lately, apart from the simple matter that mosquitoes do bite palms when they're desperate. The truth of the matter is, I should have disposed of it six hours earlier, when I tracked it somewhere in my room, and did nothing. My petulant glance would obviously kill nothing, and it obviously took my petulant glance as a challenge. Ten bites later, I'm reduced to a nervous sleepless wreck about to sit at the controls of a 300 passenger plus aluminum tin can. On second thought, I'd rather go to bed... |