No, it is not bedtime story material. I've got an unshakable eerie feeling in me that resembles the feeling I had after I saw "The Exorcist" for the first (and only) time. I still can't sleep if I start to think about it. So glad I've encountered yet ANOTHER sleep disturbance.
Oh but, don't worry, I'm going to finish that book whether my psyche likes it or not. No pain, no gain, people!
In other news, fall is really here. It's wonderful and right on schedule- my nostalgia has just arrived. I'm praying for a few good snows this year. But, of course, that's winter...
I talk about the weather far more than anyone I know. That probably means I'm either boring, awkward, or just fucking weird.
Still miss Gru. He teased me into thinking he was going to be visiting this weekend but, alas, he WAS JUST teasing.
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I can't read scary things before bed either. And I will never watch "The Excorcist" (aka the most terrifyingly horriffyingly scary movie that has ever, or will ever be, made) again either.
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