Wednesday, January 10, 2007

My demons changing shifts

Inside Angie's head...

Birthday: 10th January, 2007.

Wacom tablet and MS Paint. I know it's a little rough, but I needed to say this quickly.

My brain did it again. On Monday I had to spend the night by myself. For some reason, as I crawled into bed, I did not start thinking horrible things about malevolent supernatural beings and how they were all out to get me. Nope. This time I fixated on the corporeal. I was convinced that thugs, souped up on drugs, were planning to break into my house. So I got out of bed and wedged a barstool under the doorknob. But I still didn't feel safe.

Cruelly and ironically, I am afraid of the dark, but cannot sleep with the light on. However, there were burglars outside my house, so the lights stayed on. In the morning I felt like a moron, and I was sure tiny gnomes had replaced my eyelids with burnt toast.

I also came close to wetting the carpet at 3am when nature called, and I couldn't get the damn barstool out from under the doorknob.

If it's not frickin' Somara and Sadako, it's real-life monsters. Seriously, I think I need to start a bedtime drinking/ketamine/pot habit.

Update (12/01/2007):
I was telling MFC about this and said, "I don't know what's wrong with me! I think I'm cured and then some other phobia takes its place!"

He looked at me carefully and replied, "Mm-hmm. And you don't think it had anything to do with the fact that you had three bowls of ice-cream before you went to bed?"

I'm not taking his advice seriously. I mean, it's not like he's a medical professional or anything.