Our house has ants. Or ant, singular. I saw him marching across our floor, and I killed him by squishing him. Poor fellow. I know he probably wasn't threatening to me. But he scared me, so I had to kill him. What if he summoned a whole community of ants? It freaked me out.
I'm now trying to lay down in our new recliner. I'm laying on my side. Don't ask how I'm making this work. I barely am. But now I'm in this position.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Heartburn is back! I dropped my phone, and it got on our horribly dirty and grimy floor. Now my phone case is all disgusting. Damn it. Fuck. I hate myself now.