Cicadas when I’m trying to write late at night: “I respect you and want you to succeed, so let me sit on your window and scream about it.”
I just opened my office window and told the damned bugs on the screen to go get laid somewhere else because I couldn’t think straight from their noise. Our neighbors probably think I’m nuts. Meh. They drive ugly cars; people who drive ugly cars don’t get an opinion on my sanity or lack thereof.
Just since Friday, my number of recommendations in the archive has shot up from 108 to 121. This is after it took me 12 years to get to 100. So either I’ve gone viral and am completely unaware of it, or there’s a bot creating accounts in the archive and favoriting me over and over for some reason.