I HATE SPIDERS. So I was going about my own business about an hour ago, laying in bed reading before I went to sleep when—and I kid you not—I heard a little pitter-patter of feet. I turn to my left to see what the hell it is, and it’s the biggest spider I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life. And it’s in bed RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I’m surprised I didn’t scream. Anyhow, I jumped off my bed like a lunatic and hauled butt out of there and made my mom come kill the damn thing for me. As one would expect I am now super paranoid that mutant spiders like that fat sucker are now hiding, waiting for me to become complacent before the crawl out and get me. I told my mom that I wanted her to check for more because I was NOT getting back in bed after Spiderzilla had just spooned up next to me. She said those kinds of spiders were solitary. I don't believe her. It probably laid its eggs in my boxspring and now thousands of tiny Spiderzillas are hatching as I type. I'm being overdramatic, but whatever. So my mom goes on to say that they like to dwell in messy areas. Well my entire room is an effing messy area. I have piles of clothes stacked on the floor because I never have time to put them away and my trash can is a disaster area because I never dump it out so it overflows and other random messy things like that. So I had to have an OCD fit and clean all my crap. Of course, this pissed off the other residents of my house because it's almost midnight and they want to sleep whereas I'm stewing in my room feeling my skin crawl and fearing that more spiders craweld into my hair while I was unsuspecting.

There is no way in hell I'm getting any sleep tonight. I will not lay back down in my bed. I'm sitting cross-legged at the foot of my bed [after I removed all of my sheets, blankets and pillow-cases and shook them out and inspected them for the little bastards] and will not lay down near my pillow, because that's where Spiderzilla first reared his ugly head. I would sleep on my floor to avoid ground zero, but I feel like spiders are going to crawl out of the dark corners of my room and find me wherever I go. It's a lost cause. I doubt I will get any sleep tonight. It's just not happening and if I do it will most likely be restless [as if it isn't already, as I'm a recovering insomniac]. I'm just so pissed off that I was so tired and ready to go to bed and now I'm wide awake and know that I won't be able to sleep because the fabric of my shirt or shorts will brush against me the wrong way and I'll jump because I think a spider is crawling up my leg. I feel like I need to go take another shower because I need to wash them off me or something.

This just sucks.