Unwanted Roommates Part II

At least I can view this situation as somewhat comical. I mean, seriously, I've been perched in the same papison chair for over two hours, meticulously patrolling my Pier 1 carpet(the same hue of tan as the buggers) with my jeans well-tucked inside of two entirely different boots with a three-inch differential in heel height, something that is clearly evident whenever I stand up to get myself another glass of water; then I sporadically begin pacing the carpet, waiting, in this ridiculous outfit, wielding a spray can of Tilex as my weapon in hand and the boots on my feet as the "deadly" weapons.

This will be funny sometime in my future. I swear it will be.