Everyone agrees that everybody always has those nights where for absolutely no reason at all they jump at any little noise or shadow. Or at least I hope that's what everyone agrees because if they don't then I'm going to sound very stupid.

No one's home tonight except me, and I wish that weren't the case because for some unexplainable reason tonight is one of those nights previously mentioned that just hit me out of no where every once and a while. There's things moving in my house right now; in the walls and under the floor and up in the ceiling. I'm hearing all the creepy noises that someone can possibly think they're hearing when they're alone and mentally unstable, the whole shabang: creaks and scrapes and growling and hissing and all other assorted forms of bump-in-the-night ooglies that on any normal night I would be indifferent about, but this evening are making me twitchy and make me want to walk around my house with a heavy, blunt weapon. You know, just in case. I have more than half the lights on in my basement and I still look like a overly paranoid nut case looking over my shoulder ever five minutes as if the broken lamp on the landing seven feet away (which all of a sudden looks unsettlingly like a face-hugger if I concentrate really really hard and use lots of imagination and am on LOTS of acid) is out to get me and is just biding its time, waiting till I'm off my guard to come spill some sweet, little, wriggling Brenna guts to the carpeted floor. The tiny cowering wimp that is me tonight is wishing someone else would come home, or that I was somewhere that was not unfortunatley here -- although I suppose following through on the invite to the Alien vs. Predator movie really wouldn't have helped gained me much bravado this evening.

"Come to Alien vs Predator with us tonight," you said, "It won't be scary at all," you said, "We'll buy you YogenFruz at the theatre," you said. BAH.

(Well, no one actually told me they'd buy me frozen yogurt, although upon reflection it might have swayed me for a moment, and in any case have been at least a nice thought. Why didn't any of you guys offer to buy me YogenFruz? BASTARDS!)

And so tomorrow I'll wake up and go "Godfuck, you made an ass out of yourself on the world wide web again last night," and it'll all be scary lamp free for a good long while until out of the blue I have another one of these silly nights again. But for the remainder of tonight I'm doomed to endure the figments of my over-active imagination all around me that are creeping and crawling and bumping and shagging like horny monster bunnies and making more and more little baby monster bunnies, which no doubt will turn out to resemble something slimy from the Alien movies.