My romantic night nustled up with my MacBook Pro, surrounded by stacks of large, very intellectual looking books and a bottomless cup of black coffee was just rudely interrupted by a cockroach the size of my thumb. Scurrying across the table. straight into my coffee.
It's like every time I start to ponder the vast coolness that is me, God decides to drop in a little reminder that I'm really just a stone's throw away from a stark-raving lunatic.
HA-HA, God. Ha-Ha.
