Aaaaaghr! Help!!

Hello there. How's it going? Sunday mornings are supposed to be great, but the last Sunday morning was awful.

I finished a tough battle. A certain monster came out of my room for the first time. It was a cockroa**, which is hated all over the world. I don't even want to say the word! Gross... I froze and caught my breath at sight of the thing. That was the start of my fight against it, and my room turned into a battlefield. After more than ten minutes in a deadlocked situation, I finally made up my mind. The victory goes to the swiftest! A bug killer in my right hand, and newspapers in my gloved left hand. This is it, it's time to defeat it. However at that moment, I heard someone whisper into my head.

"A vacuum. Use a vacuum."
It must have been God.

I quickly threw away the bug killer and newspapers, and prepared the vacuum. I felt certain that I would win it. Indeed, the vacuum drew it in easily. Yay! How reliable.

However, what would await me after that had slipped my mind.. Yes, I needed to get rid of it from the vacuum. ...okay, the second round. I'm happy now...
With shouting, I managed to be done with that thing. I won't describe what it was like then, since it was messed up.
I'm extremely exhausted. I want to move to Hokkaido, since it's said that they don't live there.

To those who read this entry out. Thank you for reading such a silly entry. And sorry that I wrote this icky story.

[Excellent.  It's not silly - it's amusing.]