Grrr

Downstairs just now I saw a note on the household message board which made me angry. You know how sometimes something someone says will leave you lightly frothing at the mouth and it's all the more frustrating because you know that there's nothing you can do for a few hours anyway? I hate that. I hate it even more when the person I'm angry with is me. Again. Oh, sure, I know that I've got problems, but those are mostly problems I've had for quite some time and if I had any decency at all I'd have figured out a way to work around them by now.

Argh. I swear, I'd march into my bedroom and administer a resounding slap to myself right now if I thought it could do any good.

Funny how these things work

The one person in my life (besides me) who has the most right to be upset with me right now is instead being amazingly, wonderfully patient.

The two people (besides me) who complain the most frequently about what I have or haven't done actually owe me money.

Heh. Some days you just gotta laugh.

Aliens Attack!

Two days ago, I noticed clumps of alien-looking shells on tall grass in some parts of the neighborhood. Yesterday, there were weird, squishy black-and-orange bodies on the sidewalks. In the evening I heard a sound which could have been the sound of a sprinkler or other periodic, innocent mechanism--or it could have been an inhuman mating cry. Today, there is definitely an odd, almost electronic tune heard throughout the city.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Invaders of Brood X have arrived.

At least I'm not the only one who isn't always sure whether I'm hearing cicada or machine. I think one of the bugs I heard on my walk today was trying to get a date with a noisy malfunctioning streetlight. Maybe the new generation of cicadas should try online personals instead.