Heart Attacks and Flies

I'm supposed to be working right now but I've decided to take a quick break. One of the quirks of being self employed is that I can take breaks for as long as I want, as often as I want and whenever I want. But then again, it's my wallet that hurts from too frequent or too long breaks. 

I just got off the phone with a potential client. I spent almost an hour explaining menial details over -and over -and over- and over again. I had been in my garage working out when my cell phone rang. It was him calling to discuss the loan I had proposed to him. I ran inside and just as i picked up I saw that the battery was dying on my phone so I ran to the charger and plugged it in. For the next hour or so I sat on the phone with this guy, sweaty as a motherf*ck*r from just having been working out, being attacked by flies. YeS! Flies. I left the garage door open and the door to the garage open. Flies swarmed in. It was like one of the signs of the apocalypse. I'm kidding of course. There were only a few. But they were impossible to kill. Especially since I was on the phone and trying to pay attention to the conversation. The worse part was that I couldn't get away from them because my cell was plugged in. It was horrible. Just the feeling of them landing on me. It grossed me out so bad. I hate flies. I almost want to write to congress to see if we can figure out a way to kill them all...

Oh yeah... almost forgot. Who's idea was it to make the term "heart attack" more commonly used than "cardiac arrest?" Seriously. I remember that as a kid I use to think of heart attacks as either your heart attacking something or something attacking your heart. Yeah. Maybe your lungs had a grudge on your heart? Maybe your heart had beef with your stomach? Who knows... I was a weird kid.