Attack of the killer cockroach.

I arrived home pretty early for my standard last night. Though I arrived early, I was still so tired and beat. I haven't touched dinner and I didn't take my goodnight bath (which I seldom do by the way). After I watched the ever so boring Big Brother which was getting more boring as another episode pass by, I decided that I should hit the sack.

I guess I slept for an hour or so then I woke up. My body was all sticky and it was itching like hell. I didn't bother to go the mom's room where the Aircon was on. I kept on moving on my bed and the pillows were all over the place. I can't seem to find the strenght to go to sleep.

After an hour or so of endless movements on my bed, I decided to get up and take a bath. Since it is so hot, a nice bath won't hurt. I dub my house as the House of Cockroach™, since every night, these creepy crawlers are all around the house. Our house is in a subdivision and is pretty decent in my standards, but the idea of having gazillions of cockroaches every night escapes me.

Being used to these night crawlers, I took a bath (literally) with them. After a few minutes I went out of bathroom number two and slept the night away.

Cockroaches are my friends! Wtf?