a fly pushed me over the edge. usually i'm quite calm about a fly on me. this time, no. i almost killed the poor beast. so i came in and took a xanax. i feel much better now. the fly has retired for the night, but tomorrow's another day to make it up to him.
i don't feel like doing anything. tomorrow i have to get my shit together. i've been lazing around since we got here and it needs to stop.
