we were watching a story on the typhoon and realized that if doc had been able to go on the vacation he planned, he would be right on the edge of that mess. a disguised blessing? i think so.
the space bar seems to have worked itself out on its own. it is no longer being wonky. and the computer itself is no longer being strange. it was just weird that after i let B use it, it was all fuckered for a day. i'm glad it's better now.
there is no place safe of bugs. i have found the least buggy places are the big couch, no sightings so far, we just get bit when we sleep on it. same thing with the little camp i set up on the floor. no sightings, but i can't sleep without getting bit. as long as i don't see the fuckers, i'm okay. it's once i see them that i get all skeeved out. we're running out of bedding. time to go back to the laundrette and run our stuff through the dryer.
i'm so tired. i didn't take my evening nap. i slept for like, 15 minutes or so, through the end of NCIS. then i turned on music until doc woke up from my heavy breathing and insisted i stop. this was after i turned the TV all the way down for him. so i started writing and the clicking of the keyboard kept him up. so i eventually just sat here petting the dog and a cat. for an hour. i can't wait until he is gone so i can go to sleep. on the couch. i only sleep on the floor when he is home so he can have the couch.
we took all the furniture out from against the wall in my bedroom and doc sprayed with indoor bedbug stuff. tomorrow when i get up i will go in and vacuum and alcohol the mattress. then it should be safe in there for doc to sleep tomorrow night. then we treat the living room. then back to the front bedrooms. we will get the better of them. i swear.