It's strange, but I'm really looking forward to classes starting next week. I know, I need to be detained and my brain examined, so they can see what strange deviance there is in my mutant brain.
I heard the scratching again last night. Maybe it's not being my roomie trying to act like a sexy catgirl--she was out last night with some of her friends. Maybe we have mice, or something.
God, I hope it's not mice. I am such a wuss when it comes to traps.
The scratching.
ReplyDeleteoh lord the scratching.
Is it the birds, or the insects, or the plants?
Say, how has your sleep been lately?
Any... interesting dreams?