Ack.

So last night I was dreaming of being in some hotel room or something; and something that looked very like a mouse skittered across the floor and under my suitcase. closer inspection revealed it to be in fact a very large insect like a cricket.

Why am i mentioning this? This morning, doorbell rings; for the first time in must be over a year, the exterminator's come for a "routine" visit. he mentions in passing that people in the building have been complaining about...mice.

fuck.

I had mice two years ago. It was Major Twauma. and normally, i'm all -for- prescient dreams, but in this case...let's not, mkay?