There is a mutant running around my house. I have seen him once, but he was faster then light. An inch if not bigger. I can hear him, his voice echoing, louder and louder everyday. I hear him in the walls as I sit to pee, is he in the bathroom? the furnace room? or the laundry? a tunnel through the walls? There's no one there to answer, there no answer when seeked. It's been days, it gets louder, angrier, thirstier, hungrier...will it eat me in my sleep? or just drive me nuts?

Speaking of bugs, did you know one pound of worms eats one pound of garbage in one day? I heard it on talk radio.

It's just me and the frog at work, he say hi every time I walk by, I think he has a crush.

It snowed and then it rained and then it snowed and the roads were slick and there were rollovers all over the Glenn Highway, and I had a nip of anxiety when I arrived at work. Not like the anger the bus driver felt for having to do 60 miles an hour with the rest of traffic all the way to Eagle River. Or the angry bus driver that tried to pull out onto Northern Lights in front of me at 8am with roads so shiny you could watch the sunrise, in another hour. What is it with me and buses? Is it time for them to get revenge? Isn't there a statute of limitation on Karma?

Dang cricket is driving me nuts! I wish Matilda the frog knew how to retrieve.