Today's disaster: I had no choice but to
burn 12 years's worth of journals because
the anay got to them. I packed my notebooks
in neat boxes, stacked one above the other,
on a dry enough shelf. I kept them so freaking
neat, you wouldn't think that there's an anay
colony feasting on a decade's worth of my miseries.

What is a further insult is that the termites
did not bother with my magazines and other
readables. The Rolling Stones with Christina
Ricci on the cover was there, mint condition,
but my notebooks! These termites are so
fucking unfair. I burst my pimples at them.