Right now I very much regret living in such a lush, tree-filled neighborhood and especially along a brushy railroad embankment. The cicadas are driving me insane. And it's not even a cicada year; these are regular cicadas. They keep me up every night, all night. I wish I could punch out my eardrums. I wish I could blanket the streets and the track margins with napalm. I wish I could sleep.
General Carlessness
Yet another goddamned bike blog. Except I'm not pretty.



5 Comments:
They're not cicadas if they keep you up at night. Cicadas buzz all during the day.
Foam Earplugs. 2 bucks at walgreens.
Tried the earplugs. My ears are too small.
Something is out there buzzing in the middle of the night.
Cicadas: the vuvuzelas of the animal kingdom.
:-D
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