I'm sitting here, writing this little word doc, and this mosquito is just flying around my lamp, biding its time. It's waiting for me to go to bed and when I wake up tomorrow I'm going to be itchy and miserable.

I want an apology in advance, if you're still alive by tomorrow morning, since I'll be turning the air conditioner down to 59. Goodluck with that you INSECT. Let's see how that works out.