Big fat fucking flies -_-

According to my foster mother, it's important to let some fresh air in every now and again by opening the window. Well, about fifty minutes ago, I spent the best part of seven minutes chasing an absolute bloody Goliath of a fly around my room and trying to squish it with some Kleenex. I didn't catch it; instead, it flew out my bedroom door and downstairs, whereupon I found it once again, buzzing around like the self-important cretin it so clearly is; RIGHT NEAR AN OPEN WINDOW. Like it was mocking me! I have to say, that fly is the most irritatingly alert fly I have ever encountered. It just flew off every time I got within a four-foor radius of it. It probably wouldn't have been so bad, but it happened again about three or four weeks ago. That fly was just horrid. In the end, I had to gas it with deodorant, which is much, much more difficult than it sounds, I can assure you. It took me about half an hour to kill it completely, and it hid under my chest-of-drawers, so I had to aim the can of deodorant at a really awkward angle. Next time that happens, I'm using hairspray.

On the plus side, I'm feeling really motivated to write today... which is ironic, considering the fact that I would have had my creative writing GCSE today if I hadn't been withdrawn from it due to anxiety.