The Ants Go Marching...

As the vaccum roars to life and the horrific tube of death approaches, the ants struggle as fast as their little legs can carry them. Their tiny minds are overwhelmed with the idea that such a vile machine can even exist. "I don't want to believe in a universe that contains this horrible thing!!"

*Shwoop...*

Yeah, well I don't want to live in Texas. I guess you should've thought of that before you walked into my damn house and bit me. Fukkers.

Okay, while there are actually ants swarming about my feet, I'm starting to think some of this is in my head. Now that I know they're there and I've been bit a few times, I'm getting these creapy-crawly feelings all the time. Maybe its the ants, but maybe my husband has been gone for 3 weeks and I havn't had a reason to shave my legs...

11:15pm, Homework Status: 45%