So I started out having a really vivid and sentimental dream (sappy really) about an old flame. This was beautiful until I awoke and realized how much it only being a dream hurt. Then I realized what woke me. A goddamn cricket serenading me for fuck knows how long. I was so convinced the fucker was actually in my room (and in need of distraction) that I went after it. I have found thus far; 1 beady eyed spider, 1 ridiculously small gecko, 1 ridiculously large cockroach. It's now 4:45 AM and I'm wide the fuck awake. p.s. last night I woke up at least 5 times dreaming about fighting the dude from SAW. I've never even SEEN Saw for exactly that reason. Goddamnit Jamaica, just one night of peace.
Update: 9 AM. Found the cricket under my backpack. killed it quite thoroughly!
4:15 AM Thoughts on Sleeping in Jamaica (Or Goddamn Jamaican Crickets)
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