Friday, June 30, 2006

Dear little mosquito,

I understand that it is your lot in life to suck blood for a living (much like lawyers). It isn’t your fault (unlike lawyers, who have a choice). However, I have one small request… If you’re going to suck my blood, fucking bite me already and be done with it, and quit the buzzing around my ear all night!

What is it about the frequency of a mosquito’s wings that just stays with you? I keep thinking I hear it… but maybe it isn’t really there. It isn’t until the damn thing does another little fly-by that you realize you weren’t hearing the the hum after all, it was in your mind. I end up throwing the blanket over my head to make it stop… which doesn’t really work for me when it’s 85 degrees. And I can’t exactly turn on the light and hunt it down because first of all the light blinds me, and when I finally adjust to the light the damn thing has disappeared like a roach.

Damn you mosquito. Go find a lawyer to annoy.