Frak

[fredericks]

Phantom mice. It's got to be phantom mice.

I think I saw a mice run down the side of my box spring and then back up towards the head of my bed. I say "think" because it only briefly peaked its head out from the shelter of my desk and there's a chance I might have imagined it. I don't know. Our neighbor had a mice problem for a few years and I know we had a rather bad one last summer, but they've always managed to keep to the first floor of the house. The only person who ever notices them is me, and that's usually after I'm seriously on edge or stressed the hell out like I am now. Either being tired and stressed and worried I'm going to royally fail out of school hypes up my visuals to the utmost, or it plays mean tricks with my mind. The last time I remember seeing a mouse in my room was one time in HS during the middle of an all-nighter, when I swore I saw one run out of my door. I screamed like the dickens and had my dad investigate with no result. This afternoon I thought I saw one run under the ironing board (in broad daylight, mind you) and then this whole mouse incident a couple of hours ago. Have I mentioned I'm tired and frickin' sick of doing practice NCLEX questions? Fuckin' phantom mice and stupid-ass finals. Both of 'em need to go on to hell.

I'm in the middle of the "should I stay up and work some more or go to sleep wake up early and work then" debate. Goddamn, I am so bitter right now. No real target either...I'm glad I've decided to let off the self-flagellation for a little while.

I just need a hug really badly. And maybe a screw. A hug and a screw. A hew? Yes, a hew.


I'm going to step away from the journal before someone sends Ninja Lemurs^TM on me.

Comments

[sternel.livejournal.com]

I can do the first one, but I don't know about the second. Am I your type? :p

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

You, me, and Alan Rickman.
Not that I have this planned out or anything.

[sternel.livejournal.com]

Oh baby. You better stop now, 'cause I'm not gonna be able to.

Snerk.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

And your icon for the WIN! *grin*

[sternel.livejournal.com]

::curtseys::

[frosty-pickle.livejournal.com]

I hope you have a mouse problem! Mice are cute!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

How 'bout I send you mine? :)

[frosty-pickle.livejournal.com]

Yay! i'll pet them and they'll love it.

[terranova33.livejournal.com]

Maybe you are seeing the ghosts of all killed mice??????? grin, just joking

So, you have got a thing with mice hey?


BIG BIG BIG HUG

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

It figures. My room would be the HQ for ghost mice worldwide. :)

Thanks so much for the hugs!

[lab-brat.livejournal.com]

phantom mice! lol I totally pictured little mice running around in purple leotards with skull rings.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

That's adorable. Like the mice of NIHM or something. :)

[geeklovegod.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry - I couldn't stop them. The Ninja Lemurs^TM dispatched themselves from here as soon as you hit post - I couldn't stop them.
However, they are on their way to dispense lots of hugs, if that's OK...

[geeklovegod.livejournal.com]

oh, and here's the screw

[geeklovegod.livejournal.com]

[trying again... if this doesn't work, just pretend it was funny...]

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Well, uhm, I appreciate the effort? :)

Now all I need is a Philip's head and I'll be set.

[geeklovegod.livejournal.com]

no, that's a torx head screw... you won't get far with philips :)

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

The root of the problems with my love life revealed inadvertantly. Quite funny, really.

[livia-daemon.livejournal.com]

Oh, eww. My parents had a mouse problem when I was in high school because there was construction going on in the house next door. Every time I saw one, I would scream and run away. I once locked myself in the bathroom for 30 minutes until my parents came home from the supermarket.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thing is they're really cute when they're not all up in your personal space. I hope to goodness I didn't see one because that'd be weird. On the box spring of an elevated bed is an odd place for one to decide to stroll, right?