Why I hate moths.

This is NOT how I wanted to spend one of my last few days before college.
At around half past three last night, I was awakened by the sound of something that I thought was some demon beast from beyond the grave, but which turned out to be an unusually large moth. It loudly flapped its wings and bumped into my bed and nightstand, occasionally landing on my head. Every time I started to drift off, it would attack again. When I couldn't stand it I jumped up, turned on all the lights in my room, and managed to trap the moth between my window and its screen.
For all I know, the motherfucker's still there. But at least it's quiet about it.
Anyway, thanks to that or perhaps the onset of an illness, I woke up feeling like I had a monster hangover. And that was basically my entire day. Try as I might to function, I could not. The only person outside of my family I talked to was a clerk at CVS, who probably thought I was a zombie.

CVS guy: Do you have a CVS Extra Care Card?
Me: Braaiiiins...
CVS guy: What?
Me: Sure, here.

I got absolutely nothing done, unless you count taking an online quiz to determine which Sex and the City character I most resemble. For anyone who's interested, it's Carrie. Which is pretty much what I thought all along, but it was disheartening to see the proof.