dang flies.
i’m incredibly tired today. and it’s probably because i sat up all night listening to a fly run into walls.
for some weird reason, there’s always one fly in my room.
just one fly.
every night.
so every night, i kill the fly. and then the next night, the fly is back. and he’s bigger. and he’s badder. and he’s louder.
and he hates me.
and i hate him.
and that’s all for now.
because i’m too tired to think straight (which is the same reason i suppose i wrote this blog).
love.
