Shoo fly, don't bother me.

Shoo fly, don’t bother me.
Ugh. There’s a rather large fly buzzing around my room. I’m just sitting here, trying to enjoy a rerun of “Hamish Macbeth” on BBC America when I notice this big ass fly start walking across the screen. (Either that, or it was six smaller flies combined to form one large fly. Or maybe I watched too many episodes of “Transformers” and “Voltron” as a kid.) Anyway, he’s flown off the television, but I’m pretty sure he’s still in the room somewhere.

I just have a feeling that he’s going to fly into my mouth while I’m sleeping.