I hate mosquitoes most for disturbing my sleep. The biting I can deal with using anti-itch cream. Just don’t keep waking me up with your fucking wings, you bitches.

There were two of them in our bedroom last night, unnoticed until I was awakened at quarter to six. I had been dreaming of my cats again, dreaming of riding a Muni train again. It seems like whenever I dream about Simon, it involves having to carry him around because if I drop him he will run away.

I lazed around in bed for too long, again, and got up around 7:45, well after Brian had gone to work. As I was getting ready, I noticed that both insects had rested upon the ceiling. Big ones, too. I grabbed my handy New Yorker magazine (an excellent weapon) and stood on the bed.

The first one I swung at as it flew, and stunned it. It fell to the bed, and was dispatched. My next swing crushed the second little parasite in the pages of the magazine’s top edge. Just got it. Hahaha! Victory is mine!

After work yesterday I went to physical therapy and had traction on my lower back. Strapped to a table and stretched apart. I don’t know if it did anything, but I liked it and felt good right after. Still in pain today though. Monday I promise myself I will demand an MRI.

Last night I made caesar dressing from scratch. It was pretty good, but I think it ended up too watery because I was lazy and didn’t spin the lettuce dry after I rinsed it. Pffft.

I also did some iTunes store shopping. Bought some jazz and some Wilco. Then I got this dance compilation which is very unlike me, except I realized that I was the perfect stuff to listen to at the gym. That and “Pluto” by Bjork, which is more perfect.

Tonight, the Bourne Supremacy. I hate that title, but I’ve heard the movie is great.