I got out of bed with a BANG, literally. There was this mosquito hovering over my line of sight as I was staring at the ceiling and WHAM, it died a horrible death against the wall. I assume this was the same mosquito that gave me insomnia the night before with the little hill mounds it created when stomaching my blood.

Half an hour before the mosquito incident, I woke up and said ‘Good morning, Mak’, which immediately led me to think of myself as being slightly neurotic. Do people wish themselves good morning? This was instinctive, I didn’t even need it to go through my brain. I think the heat* has somewhat fried my brain, heh.

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* Melbourne was an insane 37 degrees celsius the day before and only working at the fish shop provided the environment needed to escape it. The heat of summer also brings the abundance of insects around the place, especially mosquitoes, which are usually quite rare in Melbourne.

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Update: Yes, must really be neurotic. Was blasting music and having paper thin walls, I think I woke up my poor housemate from his sleep. He lives here too you know. It’s like only 8 plus in the morning here, what are you thinking? Erm, sorry dude. Heh.