Oh my god, I’ve died laughing.
I made a frenemy.
That is, he believes he’s my friend, and I am most certain he is my enemy. Well, I suppose “it” is more appropriate than “he”.
…He’s a gnat. I named him Fievel.
Like most things that leak out of my brain and onto my computer keyboard, this is going to sound a little strange, but bear with me: I’m quite certain Fievel is following me.
It all started on my couch, when I noticed his faint black pencil-dot of a body swimming around my head. I fancy myself a fly-swatting monk so naturally I whipped out my skills, only to find that he evaded them. Again and again and again and again and again.
Since being a monk is all about patience and self-control, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was a simple gnat and it had only a few months…
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