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Have discovered that it is continual bombardment by the hellmoths that is causing my recent episodes of wack-a-ding-hot. Not so much the little bastards themselves - I would not keep one as a pet, but do not hate them as I do, say, the Giant Centipedes of Basement-IV - but the horror of having to hunt them down and kill them. Or worse, miss and see them crawl under heavy furniture, just waiting for a chance to attack again.

I hate killing things. But I especially hate killing the same thing repeatedly. Horror.

Found much cool-ass paper today: perforated blank stamp paper in several shapes, sewn paper, and more of that keen sticker mosaic paper. Well yay.