All right, look.

There's a family of mice in this apartment. There HAS to be. We've flushed two today--babies--and I just saw one in my room now. There's no reason for mice to be in my room. There's no food in here. It's driving me crazy. We've never gotten them like this. I think someone bombed their apartment or something, and the mice are fleeing, because this NEVER happens.

And I haven't the faintest idea where the thing went. Somewhere behind the computer desk, or behind my bed, or in the storage space UNDER my bed, since it's open in the back. It's a small one, like the others. There are too many places in this room for a creature so tiny to hide, clean room or not. I just closed my closet door, I can only hope that keeps it out of there.

I don't have Mom's aim, either. The second one she whacked with the broom today, she actually got swinging it backwards. She's good with a flyswatter, too. A broom might help me, but I don't know if I'll actually hit it. And of course, now that I've seen the thing, I'm hypersensitive to it and my eyes keep looking for it, which just about kills every attempt at productivity I've made tonight...

Hello, I hate this apartment. Back to 14N in the other building, please? With the GOOD wiring and the bigger rooms and more closet space and no freaking mouse-ridden building? :D Honestly, between this place with the sudden existence of all these things and the house with its spiders, I'd take the spiders. Spiders are fast, but not as fast as mice. And they tend to stick to walls. MUCH easier targets.

Anyway. The thing is in my room. I tend to let them out and have Mom deal with them if she sees them, and Mom will try to trap them in something and toss them out, but I have a feeling this one's going to be a pain like the other two that were in the living room. The two that got beat and flushed down the toilet. Apparently this one has a death wish, too. So let's go.

If it's smart, it'll run RIGHT back out the door and hide somewhere Mom won't see it.

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... Okay, so I (almost) completely forgot about the mouse in favor of reading this Zelda fanfic that I've had my eyes glued to, pretty much since... three, four hours ago. (The mouse not showing itself helped me keep my mind off it, really... even though I thought I saw it dart across the floor at one point.) I haven't even listened to music this whole time. The current music in my previous post was from hours before I actually posted. I've been reading in silence. The story's just that good. (But it's yaoi, which is why I'm not linking it unless someone asks for it. I will not be held responsible if people read and feel the urge to gouge their eyes out with a crusty spork. XD)

I wanted to draw, though. ;_; Even if the mouse hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have gotten anything done. I didn't even type up what I wrote at work. Absolutely no production at all. And it's too late to start now.

Bleh. Oh well. Bed. It's my turn to cover upstairs again tomorrow... but I'm hoping both Sonia and Jannie will be in. It's the middle of the week, and they've both been around since last Friday, and I shall be forced to cry conspiracy if one of them's out.

At least I might not have to worry about it next week. My day is Tuesday then, but since Joanne and I switched days last week and she wasn't back yet to cover mine (and I had to cover for her), she owes me a day. Technically she shouldn't because no one was needed on HER day, but... *shrug* It's a matter of convenience. I'm almost certain I'm going to work on Tuesday and meet Natasha afterwards, but if I don't work, I at least know someone will be ready to take my place upstairs if it's needed.

This isn't good, I'm feeling inspired. I want to write. My eyes hurt like hell from staring at the screen for so long, and it's too late to go pulling out the notebook now, but it's nagging me. -_- I'll go sit in bed and try to get something down before exhaustion finally takes me. 'Night.