Just to ease my own mind

I stopped at the hardware store on my way home today to pick up some yard spray. I haven't done the yard yet, but I've sprayed my porch. Also, since I got this sudden burst of energy, I gave Madison a flea bath. Hmmm, funny. I didn't see any motherfucking fleas in that tub since they kill fleas on the spot.

I know I'm overreacting, but I just think it's rude and bizzare that he would come to us about the fleas. Almost everyone else in here owns cats. Why does it have to be us? I'm not saying that it isn't possible because it is, but the fact that he didn't tell anyone else is what's getting me worked up. Please recall my stolen bicycle incident from this summer. He didn't tell anyone about that too. Hey, maybe it's my landlord that has the fleas. That's possible too! :P

I'm debating on giving the cats a bath. I checked Stoli yesterday and Jaeger this morning. Of course, I found no fleas.

Now I'm dealing with the psychosomatics of itching bugs. Of course, I've been digging on myself when there's nothing there. The only thing we do have is dust mites, and those are being taken care of as much as possible. I've conquered the bedroom with vacuuming, washing everything, and spraying the bed down with alcohol (I heard it works. *shrug*). I'll probably do the living room tomorrow since I don't have to take momma-out-law to radiation therapy. I also need to dive into some of this homework and get caught up. Apparently my political science prof. wasn't happy with my definitions for a quiz he didn't bother telling me the day that I missed that we were having a quiz the next class. What did you really expect? At least I attempted the fucking thing.