Oh crap, I haven’t written anything on here today, have I? Fuck.

Well, even though I have made no formal declaration of intent like I did with the Million Words, I still feel I should write something every day, so here goes.

I am very sleepy and kind of incoherent and possibly dizzy from insecticide fumes, so tonight’s entry should be extra crispy fried, caliente style. Very rill of mentation. I mean, brook of awareness. I mean…. stream of consciousness. Right? Right.

The voices in my head are trying to form a choir. Fucking Glee.

Anyhow, fumes. The anti bedbug chemical warfare happened today, and so much will be better in here on the whole being blood sucked by disgusting vermin who strike in darkness where we’re most vulnerable kind of thing front.

Insert dreadfully low-hanging “politician” or “lawyer” joke here.

So the dark scourge of bedbuggery is, hopefully, defeated in the kingdom of Nerdvania. We still have lots to do. like laundering everything we can and vacuuming like crazy and so on, but the crucial blow is struck and soon this tiny bit of apartment building domesticity will be infestation free. There will be a return trip by the exterminator in four months, to get any that were dormant that long, but for the most part, the long national nightmare should soon be over.

We had to go to a medical supply store to get the very necessary bug proof mattress cover for my king sized bed. That way, if there are still bugs way down deep, it doesn’t matter, because the little evil fuckers cannot get to their food supply, namely yours truly.

Turns out, they never go more than two feet from their food supply. So if you can nuke the bed with pesticides then ziploc it up, and then keep all bedbug friendly things way from the bed for two weeks, that should shut them down but good.

The first covers we looked at nearly cave me a heart attack, because the king sized one was $230. Mama mia. But turns out, that was an extra fancy padded one designed to block not just bed bugs but dust mites, which are much smaller. Some people have a serious allergy to dust mite droppings and (I hope this is not a shock to folks) but wherever you have people, you have dust mites. They live entirely on our dead skin cells, which we human beings shed constantly, and for the most part, they are completely harmless and actually clean up after us rather nicely.

But some people are allergic to their leavings, and they need these super expensive mattress covers in order to keep the mites at bay.

Luckily, the simpler cover is all I need to fight bedbuggies, and it was only around 70 bucks. Still, with that, plus the covers for the box spring, plus the extermination fee… I owe my roomie Joe a lot of money. I will only be able to pay him back a bit at a time.

I hate owing money, especially to friends. But I don’t have a choice.

I have honestly wanted some sort of slipcover for that mattress for a while, though, so I am glad to finally have one. They keep my lovely sleep apnea sweat from soaking into the mattress, and can be laundered now and then to keep things fresh. I have been without one for WAY too long. So that works out.

And all the cleaning I had to do in order to be ready for the exterminator has really made this room a much cheerier and more pleasant place. The vacuuming especially has made it nicer smelling and easier to breathe and all those good things.

Now I just have to fix it in my mind that this is a very nice state, one well worth the tiny amount of work every day it will take to keep it like this. I have to repeat, over and over to myself, “This is nice. Let’s keep it nice.” If I can do that, I can hopefully slowly deprogram myself from life long laziness and slobness and general total neglect of myself and my environs.

Something obviously went wrong with my early childhood to make me such a slob. I would say it was during the anal phase, but I just don’t wanna go there, for obvious reasons.

Well, I suppose that’s enough of my fjord of cerebration. I am going to throw some more bedding onto the bed, and some sleeping on to the sleep thing, and go to bed.

Seeya later readers!

Once more, it’s time to write and I don’t feel like coming up with something clever or meaningful or ambitious, so what you get is whatever bergs calve from the glacier of my mind and float your way.

Trust me, that’s the least disgusting metaphor for my mental processes I could think of on short notice.

And the thing is, I have no excuse for all this creative laziness. True, I’ve been sleeping more than usual lately. My sleep apnea seems to have taken a turn for the worse and shows no sign of turning back. So my days have a lot of that oh so fun super intense sleep where I dream really deeply and vividly because the Paxil in my brain is partying down with the anoxia and depression and dragging my sorry ass through the spirit realm or The Dreaming or some shit, and I wake up feeling like I just stumbled out of the glowing smoldering wreckage of Hiroshima, and I barely manage to eat and eliminate before I got to stumble right back into that radioactive crater and go another round with Mister Sandman and the pain machine from the Princess Bride.

So I suppose that’s some sort of excuse after all. All this brain bruising bog burning bed time really does take a lot out of me, and doesn’t leave me a lot of time and energy to actually do things.

But still, I’m not asleep or eating all the time. I played No More Heroes 2 on the Wii for like five hours last night. (Thanks, caffeine!). That crazy Kimmy bitch is way harder to beat on normal difficulty. I beat the game on what turned out to be “easy” mode. They only give you two options when you start, and so I figured “I will pick the less hard one, because I have not played this game before. ” But then, after I beat it on that difficulty level, a third one popped up, and I realized “they tricked me into playing on easy mode by not offering hard mode by now! Ow, my gamer pride!”

So I am going through the game again, and it’s a very different experience when you have to like, try hard and pay attention and stuff. Frankly, I think I am enjoying it more this time through, although of course there’s a lot more cursing and losing by a tiny bit over and over and feeling like throwing the Wiimote at the screen and all those other things that make playing video games such a relaxing and serene hobby.

But hey, the labour theory of value is inviolable… you will value something more if it costs you more effort. Our parents try to tell us this, but from them it always sounds like they are just trying to trick us into doing more work or having less fun, so we never believe them.

But if a video game can be rewarding enough that you will put a great deal of effort into beating it, investing heavy sweat equity into it, you will enjoy it more than some cakewalk with pretty graphics.

Once I actually get some reasonably awake time together with some actual ability to focus and make plans and do shit, I will hopefully go back to writing more ambitious things. Or start something totally different and unexpected and wild. Like I do.

Tomorrow, hopefully, is the actual Coming of the Exterminator. It was supposed to happen last week, but there was a last minute SNAFU. I look forward to no longer being bit by the bedbugs (despite what people say, it doesn’t matter if you ‘let the bedbugs bite’ or not… bedbugs don’t give a shit) and being able to have Felicity come over and hang out again and in general being able to relax about the whole thing.

Some time between then and now, I have to put a few things away and do a little cleaning. I was all ready last weekend, so I just have to tidy up a little and put stuff away that I kind of had no choice but to take out of my closet again, like bedding. After the grand extermination, everything will go in the wash and into the dryer and that should take care of both pesticide residue and any remaining bedbugs.

The bad part is, in order to keep the buggies away, I am going to have to get a rubber slipcover for my mattress…. and I have a king sized bed. That is going to be expensive.

Being poor sucks so bad.