welcome our new ant masters

Note to self: When you're having an ant problem, don't absentmindedly set a not-really-empty (in the sense of crusted around the bottom) jar of jelly (all-fruit, to be precise) anywhere in the kitchen unlidded.

That was one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen.

welcome our new ant masters

Note to self: When you're having an ant problem, don't absentmindedly set a not-really-empty (in the sense of crusted around the bottom) jar of jelly (all-fruit, to be precise) anywhere in the kitchen unlidded.

That was one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen.

sleep will not come to this tired body now

It seems sleep comes in small chunks these days. I only got about 4 hours last night (londo and I really need to figure out how to best mesh our opposing schedules over the weekend) so I fell into bed early tonight to attempt to counterbalance. I was in bed at 8:30. And now I'm up again. I didn't wake up because of anything in particular -

Although I did have dreams that I had to fill out a purchase requisition form (like I file all day long at the new job) in order to buy supplies to rid myself of ants, and of course the form was crawling with the buggers... This is very sadly not the dream that londo exhorted me to have when he was saying goodnight to me on the phone. The dream that he suggested was much, much better, and had nothing to do with ants.

- but I woke up nonetheless.

I checked the kitchen, where my efforts to clean out the sink of dirty dishes by either loading them into the dishwasher or cleaning them and setting them in the rack to dry have done wonders at removing the ants-in-sink problem. It probably also helped that I sent so many of them spiraling down the drain to their doom during my efforts. I also checked to make sure that the ants hadn't somehow mysteriously opened my bag of Hershey's Miniatures. I couldn't be sure until I had checked the integrity of the bag and the contents therein, though. :D

I will soon head back to bed for another 5ish hours. It's amazing how much difference in emotional stability a few hours of sleep can make.

sleep will not come to this tired body now

It seems sleep comes in small chunks these days. I only got about 4 hours last night (londo and I really need to figure out how to best mesh our opposing schedules over the weekend) so I fell into bed early tonight to attempt to counterbalance. I was in bed at 8:30. And now I'm up again. I didn't wake up because of anything in particular -

Although I did have dreams that I had to fill out a purchase requisition form (like I file all day long at the new job) in order to buy supplies to rid myself of ants, and of course the form was crawling with the buggers... This is very sadly not the dream that londo exhorted me to have when he was saying goodnight to me on the phone. The dream that he suggested was much, much better, and had nothing to do with ants.

- but I woke up nonetheless.

I checked the kitchen, where my efforts to clean out the sink of dirty dishes by either loading them into the dishwasher or cleaning them and setting them in the rack to dry have done wonders at removing the ants-in-sink problem. It probably also helped that I sent so many of them spiraling down the drain to their doom during my efforts. I also checked to make sure that the ants hadn't somehow mysteriously opened my bag of Hershey's Miniatures. I couldn't be sure until I had checked the integrity of the bag and the contents therein, though. :D

I will soon head back to bed for another 5ish hours. It's amazing how much difference in emotional stability a few hours of sleep can make.