Surviving My Life

I'm Not Superman

Well…that hurts. I go to swat an abhorrent mosquito who seems intent on sitting on my new monitor, when I accidentally slip and “whack!”. - My hand hits the edge of the desk. It’s not as dull as one might think. Well, I bludgeoned my finger open. It’s bleeding…a little. It’s already starting to stop…it doesn’t hurt that much. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get a scar out of it.

Wait…there it is. Flying around my monitor. I must have missed it. I can hear it…it’s laughing at me. I’m typing by the glow of my sapphire keyboard with the lights out simply because the lights in my apartment make the temperature rise to pretty un-acceptable levels. I’m not talking about warm. I’m talking about sitting here with a tin of muffin batter, and ten minutes later, you’ve got muffins ready to eat.

Anyway, with the lights out, I can only see the mosquito when it flies in front of the screen, then it flies into the darkness on either side and it’s gone…until it goes for another strafing run that is. Then it’s there again…and I can hear the evil thing chuckling.

Dillemma - Turn the light back on, and the mosquito may stop bothering me but the lights in here could cremate me, or leave the lights off, and do nothing while the mosquito continues it's bombing run?

My finger does hurt now, I guess.

I just had a brain fart - I can’t help but wonder - I wonder if Superman can get a tan?

posted by Jeremiah @ 18:37