I grabbed the closest thing to me to throw at the centipede crawling on the wall just inches above my head. It was a can of beets. I missed, put a dent in the plaster. Guess I'll be hanging a picture out of Reader's Digest to cover the window so I won't be able to notice the bugs. I haven't slept in 24 hours, been lying here figuring out just what it is about Jennifer Lopez's mediocre talents that make me nauseous. I reached out and grabbed the closet thing to throw at the CD player. It was my sanity.