  I don't mean to beat a dead horse here, but last night Adam was away, so naturally, I painted my nails, watched Sex in the City episodes and ate ice cream.
But all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I spot a roach making a b-line across the sheets to crawl under my nest of blankets. I took the remote and surprisingly executed it in one swing, well, maybe three or four, it all happened so fast I can't recall exact numbers.
Guts smeared all over my sheets, I ran to the front porch calling random phone numbers. Despite the fact that it was 1am, I even called Adam's parents. I still don't know the purpose of the rapid redials and phoning, but I guess I was just yearning for someone to console me and relive the nightmare with me so I wouldn't have to go it alone.
I changed the sheets and this morning I threw them out (dramatic, yes, but I was planning on buying new ones). I also ordered a bed frame from Sleepy's. Adam asked if the frame was aesthetically pleasing. For $20, no, but it serves a superior purpose and that is to provide me with a roach free bed and a sounder sleep. We'll work on aesthetics later. If I make it to later. 
