My voice is still ruined. I can talk, but I find myself coughing a lot and going hoarse very fast so I try to stay silent. It's harder than you'd think when living alone.
I'm not a fan of spiders. They've never actually done me anything to hate or fear them, but I just don't like the look of them. It might be something with the legs, I don't really know. So to go spider-hunting at 3:30am isn't really my favourite thing to do. You see, I saw a spider sitting quietly and enjoying my ceiling. Being me I took one of my flip-flop shoes and sort of threw it up at the spider. I know, but I can't reach and I can't pull out my vacuumcleaner and suck the bastard up at this hour. I don't think the spider died though, and I'm fairly sure my shoe didn't smash it so now there's a spider on the loose. Am I afraid? Yes. Am I terrified? Maybe. Do I believe that the spider is gonna lay an egg in my ear and that I'll give birth to baby-spiders in nine months? No, I do not.
Oh, and if you ever wonder why don't sleep at this hour - now you know. I am a secret spider-hunter!
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