A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
Last night I hung out with friends until 1 am. I hoped to sleep in as a result, but instead woke up at 6:30 as usual, totally exhausted. I consider the tiredness worth it, however, because I finally got to see This Is Spinal Tap, and it was hilarious. We played Rummy Royal for hours before that, ate chicken tikki masala that Darren made, and then enjoyed brownies topped with two types of ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.
The other day in my shower I looked up and saw a HUGE GIGANTIC CENTIPEDE like the ones that inhabited our previous apartment. That I saw it without my glasses really means something: I cannot read my monitor an arm’s-length away, let alone see anything smaller than a tank on the ceiling. But I saw this bug, and it hung from the ceiling in a corner not far from the showerhead. I called in the Marines, who told me they would deal with it after I finished. Bravely, I soaped and rinsed and even spent an extra few minutes enjoying the water — just to show that some huge 2″ long bug wouldn’t intimidate me. Then I hurriedly evacuated while the Marines used their gigantic boots to squash the horror (I heard at no small amount of swearing combined with several loud thumps during the battle, indicating the toughness of the adversary). I really, really hope our new apartment is free of those long-legged, long-bodied creepy crawlies. Eww.