May 10th, 2004

Christine - pity

Gah. Why me?

I hate the summer.

Okay, possibly I should expand on that.  I like the summer when it's pleasantly warm, not too hot or humid.  I like the summer when it thunders.  I like the summer abroad where the heat is dry and therefore bearable.  I like the summer when it's sunny and there's a breeze.

I do not like the summer when the house becomes invaded by uninvited creatures of the entemological persuasion.  This, in fact, is the one thing that makes me dread summer above all other seasons.  Case in point: there is some... thing on our kitchen window at the moment.  I don't know what it is.  It looks like some bizarre hybrid of moth and daddylonglegs (two of things I will run screaming from with no qualms at all...) and it's sitting on the window.  Where is the window?  Why, over the sink, of course.  And what did I have to do before lunch?

My washing up.

And Becky and Jemma have been chasing wasps out of their room for the past week, though they're admittedly courtyard-side and above the plantlife, and there's a river on the other side of the site.  It wouldn't surprise me if there's a frelling nest in the gutter or something, though.  And!  There was a moth in the shower room the other morning.  Which, naturally, had flown away by the time everyone else went in there.  Bastard.  I swear they know I'm coming.

I think, however, I'm getting slightly better.  Aforesaid Thing On The Window made me panic for a bit but I managed to do the washing up (though I did watch it like a hawk.)  I've been trying that weird tapping thing.  I don't know how, but it seems to work...

Guh.  Bloody insects.

On the plus side, at least I got my hair cut...
Spuffy - numb

Wow...

I've definitely been at uni too long.  Managed to do 1500 words in about two hours, give or take the break for eating and procrastinating.  Wow, bring back the days of 1500-word essays being the norm.  And luckily, my America Noir's only 1500 words, too, which means I'll have to plan it very carefully so as not to ramble and go way over the limit.

I can do this.  I can do this.  I can.  I can.
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