not only did i throw this face out into the fresh snow today, i placed an order for poison also. things are getting out of hand and i have reached the limits of my lenience and sympathy. i wish there was another way, because even the blue oats won't solve the problem of sleep deprivation soon enough. i still have to listen to them running about inside the walls and the cupboard, eating the bait and dying, even. an ultrasound device to deter them from entering altogether sounds good, but apparently they don't work unless the frequency is such that even humans have trouble being in the same space. with my hypersensitive ears, not a tempter...
so, i am still in a foul mood, and glad to see november go. this whole year has been a disaster, so lets just get it over and done with, shall we, december? not that i have anything to look forward to in 2013. i don't even like the numbers in it, all white and yellow and orange... like a fried egg. that's what it looks like in my mind.
the day has been a flurry of snow, finally, but somehow bleak and dark, almost like living inside a giant vacuum cleaner's dust bag. the wind comes from the east, which is so rare the trees look all wrong, bent in an odd direction. i don't think i will do anything for the rest of the day besides sulk and eat peanut butter fudge.
