Approximately two days ago, a fly decided to take up residence in my bedroom. It keeps making laps around the room. Every few minutes a small dark speck zooms across my line of sight. I've tried a couple of times to catch it, but so far my attempts have been fruitless. Sad day. Perhaps I should just resign myself to the fact that I now have an additional roommate. Only slightly smaller, and peskier, and who makes a small buzzing noise as he darts past my face. I suppose I should name him as well, because, after all, every other living thing (be it human, animal, or plant) residing in our house has a name. I think I'll call him Henry. Hopefully Henry's stay here will not be a long one.