Scareys, cramps, fleas
Saturday, Jul. 16, 2005 - 22:35

Last night I got all freaked out because my roommate wasn't here and I've been a little on edge lately anyway because I've been thinking about the whole thing with the devoted fan a.k.a. psycho stalker - there's no point euphemizing it anymore - but then last night I decided to go take pictures but as I was leaving I got a phone call and so I was talking on the phone when I left, and then when I got back I discovered I HADN'T LOCKED THE DOORS. Obviously I should never talk on my stupid phone while driving, I would kill everyone around me.

So I checked the whole house, closets, etc., and then I realized I had to go down to the basement to check it too. So I got a giant butcher knife and I freaked myself out more by holding it in a way which would make stabbing someone easier. I was like a psycho murderer in a movie with a giant butcher knife.

I went to bed late. I heard things outside my window, wild animals rustling around, people opening doors. Later I heard a rhythmic tapping, and the only thing able to tap so rhythmically is a person, so there was a person in my backyard tapping something. I was convinced the psycho stalker had found me, staked me out, knew I was home alone, and was getting ready to jump in through my wide open window.

Then I found out it was rain, drip drip dripping onto the ground.

I got very little sleep. I stayed in bed until noon even though I woke up at 7:30. I was crampy.

The other night I was having the most pornographic dream ever, there was no plot, just people going around fucking the world. And then, right as a plot was about to develop and the people were going to get caught or something, I woke up with terrible terrible cramps. I had to stagger out of bed, take some ibuprofen, drink some water, find a maxi pad (if I'd been more awake I would have realized that was unnecessary, but I was asleep), and I did all that without being really awake. But the cramps sucked.

Tonight I got home and vacuumed the whole upstairs. Maybe tomorrow I'll try to vacuum the basement - if there's fleas anywhere they'd be in the basement. Yuck. And also I'll try to clean up the fucking back patio a little.