Near Death Experiences All Over the Damn Place

All this time I thought I had managed to avoid the impact of the strike (i.e. the garbage) by never being at home. I didn't have any food in the house, and Gordon generated some garbage, but not much. Even though I live a spitting distance from Christie Pitts, I haven't been there because it isn't on my way to work, so the mound of garbage there didn't bother me at all.

Until now.

My all-windows-open-all-the-time apartment has been hit with a massive fruit fly invasion. I blame the fruit fly breeding grounds for this because, as I mentioned above, I do not have any food in my house.

I have set out death traps for the little guys. I hope they all get caught soon.



I also decided to be brave and do a load of laundry solo when I got home from work this evening. I was all good until I was in the tiny death trap of a laundry room. Then I started thinking about who killed Laura Palmer and Bob and Mike and Leland Palmer and I got real scared real fast. I managed to get the machine working then I ran all the way up both flights of stairs to my apartment. I didn't get the finished laundry out of the basement until my mom came over for a visit and a tea. I made her come with me to retrieve it.