So, I'm updating my LJ. Not because I like my LJ, but because I'm completely bored out of my fucking mind. I said fucking. Um, yeah.

So, some shit went down last week. Here is a summary:
Last week...sometime - I'm sitting at my computer desk, and I feel something brush my shoulder. Thinking it's my hair, I turn to look. ITS A FUCKING TEXAS TREE ROACH. Do you KNOW what that is? It's like...the monster dad of all tree roaches and holy shit, it's on my shoulder. I scream, jump ten feet, and slap it away. I huddle into my chair, looking at it laying lifelessly on the ground. I look away - FOR A SECOND, I SWEAR - and the fucker is gone. At this point, I'm standing on my chair and it's like, shaking because I'm jumping and my dogs are barking. Yeah, I sleep with TWO dogs in my bed. Fifteen minutes later, I jump from my chair and run downstairs for the third dog. I can't go to sleep until 7AM, only then because I took something and have all three dogs for protection. I actually sleep with my face wrapped in a blanket, for fear the monster would creep back and land in my mouth.

I'm still scanning the room every few minutes, and it's been like a week.