I just spent another Sunday watching an entire season of Dexter. What have my Sundays come to?
I will go to any measure not to do anything productive.
Anyway, Dexter.
I am now extremely anxious. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get murdered.
I always freak myself out. Since my house is pretty big, and human contact requires walking all the way through a dark house, I turn my music up and close my curtains. And occasionally sleep with the light on.
It's not that I'm scared of the show, or whatever I'm watching. It just gets me jumpy and freaked.
So I'm off to try and find my cat to keep me company.
Wish me luck!
-Ameera
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