Fly

Nov. 19th, 2005|09:00 am: I think I hurt this fly’s feelings. Or maybe I humbled him. Ever since I moved into this place, these two flies have been driving me crazy. I’ve said, “Goddammit!” a lot these past couple days because these flies keep landing on me and buzzing around my head while I’m trying to do things. So a few minutes ago, I pick up a LIFE magazine, swing at the fly and hit him really hard as he’s flying in the air. I don’t see him after that so I sit back down and get back to my mindless boring internet stuff.

Suddenly he’s back, but he’s staying away from me. He’s flying around and landing on walls and stuff but he refuses to come near me. I wonder if this particular fly is capable of reason and has figured out that I’m a bad motherfucker and he should keep his distance. It’s like he’s lost some of his spunk. I hope he tells the other fly to stay away from me too. There’s just two flies in this house, I think. I wish they’d hurry up and die so I don’t have to invest in a fly swatter.

I’m not sure how long flies live, but he was probably a really happy-go-lucky kind of fly and never suspected that there were bad things in the world until he received that beatdown from my LIFE magazine. I’ve probably ruined his whole outlook on life. If I haven’t given him brain damage, he’s probably just depressed now. He’s at the window right now, probably wanting to get out of here.

Anyway, on to more important things…I have to find a laundromat today. And I desperately need some breakfast since I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. I might visit a few yard sales and see if there’s any furniture I can use. And I need to fix the phone jacks in this house – there’s a jack in every room but only the living room one works.