Gah. I… dislike spiders. Not really, actually - I mostly don’t mind them, but huge huntsmen spiders I am not fond of. That is why I am a little bit displeased that I have had no less than three in my house since last night. And now it’s 1am and I just went from ‘about to fall asleep’ to ‘wide awake and fully dressed’ in about four seconds because the bastard was lurking on the ceiling near my face when I happened to open my eyes.
Fuck. Make that four since last night. Maybe I’ll just stay awake all night. Or I dunno… sleep in the shower with the water running. God damn it.
To make this a slightly less content-free post, I hereby link to a short film that presents an authentic view of what it’s like living in the country in Australia in hot weather. Spider on the Ceiling