The Fly

After an incredibly busy and exhausting day (nay, week) at work, I came home to a peaceful neighborhood, for once and spent a few minutes outside watering my veggie garden (which is still alive after a week. Let's see how long I can keep this up). Before heading out to Prof's house for the night, I thought "I'm just going to lay on that new wonderful couch for a minute and close my eyes."

So I did. Took a little nap right there in my quiet living room, where no noisy neighbors, children or ice cream trucks were threatening to ruin it. The cats were even leaving me alone. It would have been perfect, except for...

FLIES!

The sound of houseflies buzzing around my head woke me up every five minutes.

What the fuck? I mean, really. Can't I catch a break? I finally get to hang out and nap in my gorgeous new living room on a Friday night and I can't sleep because of the sound of flies dive bombing me? I guess I should learn to not leave the patio door open.