Definitely not the free-verse poetical type...

Standing in the bathroom washing my hands, I happened to glance in the mirror and caught a glimpse of...something. Something dark and moving and on the ceiling and dear god it's an enormous cockroach above my head! D:

I couldn't find the bug spray, and when I sprayed it with air freshener it foiled my "hit it with shoe until dead" plan by flying. straight. at me. Between the mirror scare and its scuttering escape to who-knows-where in my apartment, I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight.

(Of course, the fact I now have ten tabs open in TV Tropes may contribute to that.)