This past Monday I found a bite on my hand and a bug on my floor. After a friend of mine had a run in with bed bugs at JFK, I became enlightened as to what a nightmare they are, and my paranoid/hypochondria/anxiety took control. Aside from haunted dolls that will murder me in my sleep, bug infestations are my worst fear.
I bought new pillows, a mattress cover and a powder that kills bugs that I will now sprinkle in every nook and cranny throughout my room. I’ve gone home every day during lunch to vacuum the floors. I probably lost a week of my life sleeping in the fumes of Raid.
I have become a legitimate paranoid mess. I can’t seem to shut my brain off. I need to preoccupy my brain. My co-workers have prescribed me alcohol. Tonight, I am going to take him up on that idea. This will probably not end well.