So Sunday I came home from 4 hours of errand running to discover that sometime between when I left and when I came home, a crapload of ants decided to move in to my room. Well out comes the vacuum, then a trip to the store for some ant bait. HAHA! TAKE THAT!
Ant infestations make good excuses to not go to work the next day, apparantly. There I go practicing avoidance.
Things are looking great at work, looks like I'll get my schedule straightened out to go to school, and I'm not hopelessly poor for once.
Why do I have this feeling of doom hovering over my head?
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