Why the largest cockroach ever has tormented me in the last month is a mystery. Didn't it know death would be the only answer that would come a 'calling? I "bumped into" this specimen last night and I think it injured it, and then there it was, wriggling on its back until it wriggled no more. The previous cockroach from about 2 weeks ago shot out of the stove as I had the broiler/stovetop on, which leads me to believe there is a large infestation behind the kitchen appliances. The biggest trap they sell out there in hardware store-land is no match for the monstrous size of these bugs. Eeeegh. It hasn't helped that in the literature class I have been attending at school we recently read The Metamorphosis. So now I feel like I am killing somebody's son. My fear of bugs is occasionally only surpassed by my fear of flying. On a weekly basis one fear trumps the other. This week is a toss up, after the tragedy in Buffalo.
Meanwhile, my winter break from school is a welcome remedy to the severe depression I have been going through, due to my lack of self-starter theater-making.
Got a post from friends in LA - they are shooting a reality pilot out there and they're loving it.
I think I need to travel.
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