Flying termites. I am the cleanest person ever. What in the actual fuck. I'm so distressed right now. Not sure what to do, and stupid apartment office can't call for inspection till Monday, and who knows when they'll be in. Granted, I've only seen like 7 tops, and all dead, and their fucking little wings all over my bed, and my bed frame is made out of huge ass wood, and now I'm panicking.
Washing all my sheets and pillowcases, and bombing the apartment. Mom is coming over to help. heh. Running on 3 hours of sleep because I had the here jeebies and couldn't sleep.
