And so it begins.

Every year, the season comes again. The season of darkness. The season in which old enemies surge forth. The season in which life is a constant struggle for freedom from invaders. The season of insects, coming in through open windows at night.

Seriously, I had to kill three of the little buggers before I could brush my teeth. It happens every year, at about this time, and it's particularly annoying in the bathroom, where we have to leave the window open or else the whole place gets fogged up every time someone has a shower.

It's an incredibly annoying problem and one I'm determined to fix. I'm not sure how, but it will involve acquiring some sort of thin fabric and affixing it some way to the bathroom window, forming a sort of primitive mosquito netting. Except replace the mosquitoes with whatever weird bugs are coming in my window. I'm not sure what they are but I certainly don't want three of them buzzing around while I brush my teeth. I love how my plans are so well thought out and specific.

I was kind of hoping that I could get some more ranting out of this little niggle, but due to time, imagination and laziness constraints, it would seem that I can't. So I leave you with one of those little “also” notes that I love to do.

Also, no woodle again. I did mean to get one done, I just... you know, forgot.