Oh God I hate the country.
I forgot pretty quickly when I moved into the city, but it's all coming back to me. The bugs. The BUGS! I hate insects! I absolutely HATE insects! All of them! Flies, mosquitoes, those weird little things that fly into your face whenever you take a step forward, moths who love nothing better than to sit motionless on a wall until you turn off the light and go to bed, then they assault your ears and eyes in the darkness!
I've been here for four days with naught but four dogs keeping me company. I'm not very fond of dogs either. Not at all. You'd think I'd grown to like them after living for fifteen years with at least two, at most nine of them. I don't. I will never, ever like dogs.
Sorry for the bitching. I just... really... really need to get this out of my system. I'm severely entomophobic, and it's only grown stronger when I've lived in a nearly bug-free home for 3 years. Now I'm on a farm in the middle of nowhere with very little to do and insects around me 24/7.
I really, really don't like this place.