Maybe its being home alone for 5 days that's got me sketched out at everything. Noises. My dogs bark and I jump out of my skin. Blinds open. I need some light but the scary creepy men outside are checking me out! They must know i'm alone! Even TV... the MOST disturbing season finale i've ever seen - private practice - where 45 week pregnant violet gets drugged by her psychotic and dellusional patient who is about to CUT her baby out of her uterus and the show ends. Just like that. Yeah didn't sleep a wink! No I'm not pregnant, but could you imagine if i was?! it was bad enough I had dreams about labor and scalpels but thankfully woke up and just had hunger pangs.
I seriously cannot get that episode out of my head. There's a reason I don't watch scary movies. I really hate being scared! I dont get an adrenaline rush and then go back for more. NO. I get pissed off and want to slap someone. So why would one of my fave TV shows that I'm truly loyal to (no matter how overly dramatic the plot lines are) go and do to that to me. WHYYYY.
My first thought upon crawling into bed (after trying to kill some mosquito eater thing that I was convinced would crawl into my ear while i was sleeping and leave its eggs... Yes, it was too big to fit in my ear, but you never know.) was Thank God i'm sleeping at my friends' place tomorrow... screw this sleeping alone in scary dark mosquito eating dweller apt and its peeping toms. I'm outta here!
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