I spent 17 hours cleaning my house. Now that you can see the floor, it has become evident that all this time, I was not hallucinating, but in actuality, I have 10,000 roommates. I witnessed and documented the tribal wars taking place between the centipedes under the couch and the spiders in the dining room. I sprayed the floors and the furniture, and then drank champagne while I collected the corpses. Then last night I was sitting on the couch and I saw a spider coming down from the ceiling. I looked up at the picture rail along the top of the wall and noticed many webs crisscrossing the trim, all along the damn living room. Crafty swine. The toxic floor instigated a mass exodus. So I attacked the ceiling. A brilliant idea at 3 in the morning, when all the vapors float down to permeate the entire apartment and I'm about to go to sleep. But I was not to be driven off by the enemy. I would wait out the storm…… I was high as a kite for four days. The fog has since lifted, and as of late there has been no sign of them. Though now that I'm awake I'm hallucinating spiders everywhere and my apartment is foggy. A lesson to you all, do not fumigate your entire apartment and then immediately sleep in it. I'm at Pandora’s now, and my headache is going away with the fresh air. However, I've grown weary of supporting an ecosystem. If they do return, I shall petition the survivors to seek gainful employment.