darkskywatcher (darkskywatcher) wrote,

Either my nit comb is broken or I'm clean: I can't seem to find any of the little buggers anymore. If the latter, then I'm a damn lucky SOB. If the former, then I want them to bite me so's I know they're still around and I can keep at the extermination. The uncertainty is almost as bad as knowing they're there, although not really. I certainly feel better about being with people when i don't feel so obviously diseased.
Didn't work hard enough this weekend, and its entirely my own fault. Stupid waste of two days. And now it's May, and I'm fucked. Not hard. But still.
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