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So last night I watched this trailer for a horror movie sequel. Bad idea. Last note nightmare of "aiigh god WHAT IS I don't even" proportions, but hey, I got over it once I had moved away from the screen.
Uh, yeah, except I woke up at 1 and had to pee and so I had to cross the dark creepy basement. And in the process, I freaked myself out enough that I was having heart palpitations.
(This is not the fail.)
I still had to get back to the bedroom. So with that particular post-midnight intelligence and strategy, I grabbed the best weapon at hand: a wire hanger.
When I explained this today, T was like, "you were going to Joan Crawford the ghost?"
*facepalm*
Uh, yeah, except I woke up at 1 and had to pee and so I had to cross the dark creepy basement. And in the process, I freaked myself out enough that I was having heart palpitations.
(This is not the fail.)
I still had to get back to the bedroom. So with that particular post-midnight intelligence and strategy, I grabbed the best weapon at hand: a wire hanger.
When I explained this today, T was like, "you were going to Joan Crawford the ghost?"
*facepalm*
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