Knock Knock

Unknown Knocker: (knocks)
Hilary: (briskly crosses the foyer, opens door)
That One Guy: Hello. Hilary.
Hilary: Hi?
TOG: They [the Furies] want to know if they can come put some poison in your room.
Hilary: Okay...

Yes, that's how my Monday evening began. I promise, it's not as bad as it seems...well, sorta. Ever since I returned from my spring travels, my kitchen has been haunted by cockroaches, which were referred to by TOG as "black beetles," in a rather nonchalant manner that infuriated me. His visit was to inform me that my university has finally purchased some serious anti-insect stuff for my apartment...It only took 3 months, which is pretty fast when you consider the bureaucracy that makes China tick! You may wonder how I've survived these last months with a kitchen infested with Satan's spawn. It's really quite simple, my desire to eat slightly outweighs my fear of roaches. The only damage done so far is my anxiety attacks upon entering my kitchen, and roach guts on the bottom of my fluffy slippers...Yum.

Please stay tuned because I may just get off my ass and write something else in the next few days. No promises though.