As I am being consistently pestered by a house-fly, wondering why, in this 1000 sq. ft. room, it can't go somewhere else, I wondered: why does this fly have to be near me?

I probably could have figured this out on my own, but apparently it thinks there's a chance I'm covered in my own poop and therefore a good meal.

FUCK THIS FLY. I am just trying to fix the scanner, which is teeth-grindy enough, and there is this goddamn fly. I almost threw everything off my desk in a fit of rage, chasing the fly.

I might be cranky today.