You might say "It's not really all that bad, yo," but it's easy to KNOW that and yet still be unable to do anything except lay on the floor and think about all the other great things you thought you would've done with your life by this point.

And so I'm checking e-mail accounts I'd almost forgotten about (spam) and blogging instead of organizing papers from the last 19 weeks and rearranging my furniture.

The ant guy came and sprayed behind things and in the scary closet, and for about 3 days there were ants staggering around the kitchen, obviously out-of-sorts. But then there were no more ants. I haven't seen one for a while now. Where did they all go? Did they retreat to die in private? Are there piles of dead ants behind the dishwasher? Did the dogs eat them?