Much Farther To Go

It’s a combination of stress, low blood sugar, idleness and…crying my face off. Maybe not a lot of stress. But my body wanted to go to the gym today and I refused. My headache prevents me from feeling bad about it. So, I was going to move my room around today, like when I was little, I’d just move my bed to the other side of the room or something. Then I saw exactly why my dad had put my bed where he did in the first place, in January. There’s a wood-thing protruding from the wall under where my bed is. I figured, no worries, but I wanted to have a look at it. I grabbed the corner of the particular patch of carpet between my thumb and forefinger and lightly pulled back. And yelped, or screamed, or sobbed. I don’t remember which first at this point. A veritable swarm of…slow moving insects. I have NO clue what kind they were. I had only seen one before in my room and had counted myself lucky that I was in a shithole basement yet had only encountered one little bug. Anyway, luckily I had the vacuum cleaner next to me and I’ll be damned if there are any left, in that area anyway. I also vacuumed up the moist gravel around the base of this wood block. Yes, that’s right, moisture. Hello, cause of three month ‘cold.’ It was then I had decided I had enough, I had put up with ENOUGH. I resolve to not remember ANYTHING about this semester. Besides of course, calculating future income tax liabilities. So I kept the vacuum on and made some noise of my own. I don’t care if nothing’s for sure yet. I’m getting the fuck out of here.