Slaying boxelder bugs while sitting
on the couch wasting my evening. I should write, but I’m too sick and too
tired. I should go to bed, but I’m too responsible. The dog is supposed to go
out at eleven and it’s only ten thirty… thus, I am forced to continue the
time-wasting scene a little longer.
Yes, the bugs. There are four dead
now. Another is buzzing around but hasn’t come within my reach yet. All said, maybe I should go to bed
anyway. Someone else might be willing to put Daisy out for me.
