So, after spending Saturday out of the house, I decided to spend yesterday in the house, clearing my TiVo memory, which was getting pushily full, "Empty me!" it would shriek in my mind's ear, "Empty me, or you will never see another episode of Jonathan Creek again! And you can forget about Sex in the City, if I save it for you, it will only be for about fifteen minutes, then I will erase it! C'mon, this Making of Gladiator thing has been in my memory for a month and a half!"

So I spent a hard day watching TV, and ruthlessly erasing stuff that didn't grab me within seven minutes (counting commercials), and managed to clear the memory enough that I was able to do something else besides watch TV, so I...watched TV! Or rather, I watched a video rather than TiVo, a six hour Buffy/Angel tape from last year, the last three episodes from seasons 4 and 1 respectively, which were just so great!

Especially the season 4 finale of Buffy, the nightmares after defeating Adam. What an amazing episode. Whenever I see that Joss both wrote and directed the episode, I get all excited, because I know that I won't be able to sleep, I'll be so excited, I'll have so much to think about.

"I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don't sleep on a bed of bones."

I made my dinner, and I was draining the tortellini, when I saw a flying ant, and then another and another, and I realized that I had another damned invasion. The last one was during that weekend that I wasn't writing, the weekend of my lack of server space, the weekend that I will never write about, because I took no notes and didn't write a word.

Well, that weekend I sprayed the hell out of them, spray spray spray, with this blue can that said on the side that it was for use in kitchens--handy, since the invasion was in my kitchen, as well as around my lamp. So I sprayed and then I cleaned, which meant that a section of my counter that I don't believe has been cleaned properly since I moved in, so thanks ants!

Anyway, I cut a swath through those ants, leaving not a survivor, which was clearly my hideous error, because you have to leave a survivor or two to go back to the colony all gasping about how it was a massacre, a massacre I tell you! And because of this, the ants that were left behind thought that the ants that had gone on ahead were having a swell time and came to join them.

The problem was that the great, non-smelly, non-cat-killing kitchen spray had gone and got its sprayer busted off, so I had to leave my dinner to get all cold while I trudged to the store. They didn't have the good kitchen-y kind, only the kind that said "keeps on killing for days and days!" but I picked it up anyway and came home and killed everything in sight that didn't have fur and whiskers.

I am so over flying ants. Especially since my ceiling is rather low and I was all sweaty and more than one of the little horrors got stuck to my face on a fly by. That'll make you feel crawly for quite some time to come.

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
Someone near to you is too protective or too judgmental and critical. Don't overreact. Keep your own inner emotional security.

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
The Masked Baby Calmer, that's me. I am so the man.

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