Oh my fucking god. A tick crawled up my arm a little while ago. It crawled up my arm and I hadn't left the house at all so I don't even know how it got on me.  And so I, all skeeved, think 'I'll go in the living room. It's bigger and I'll feel better being in a different room.' WELL GUESS HOW THAT TURNED OUT? There were ants swarming the window (In between the screen and the glass, and I'm not exaggerating when I say swarm) next to the chair I decided to sit on. I was officially freaking out and told my mom to call the pest control NOW because since the whole time we've moved in here and every time I badgered her to she hasn't. Now I'm twitching at every little feeling against my skin and crouching in the middle of my room and came close to sobbing because bugs are infesting my house. I don't want to touch anything or sit anywhere. I hate bugs. I feel like Daniel.



Sorry for the rant, guys. Thanks for putting up with me.