Today is a WONDERFUL day! I slept well, I don’t have much to do today, and I’m alive another day! Yay!
Yesterday I woke up super late and didn’t go into work until 9:30, so I had to stay late and didn’t get out until 5:30. I went to the store to get some food, then went home to clean. I cleaned up the kitchen, did dishes, did four loads of laundry, reorganized my closet, and cleaned my desk. I had to do some repairs in my closet as well.
I was hanging up my jeans and noticed the shelf hangy thingy that I hang my jeans on was coming out of the wall from too much weight. I had to take everything off the shelf and reattach it to the wall. It looked like it was about to fall down at any second. Can you imagine if I had been sleeping and that thing fell down? OMG! I would have thought it was a prowler hiding up in my closet. That’s one of my things, I’m always worried about burglars hiding in my apartment, waiting for me to fall asleep so they can rob me.
If I get spooked, for some reason or another, I will search everywhere in the apartment to make sure nobody is hiding. I’ll even look in the wash machine and dryer to check for midget burglars. I look under the sink too, because there’s lots of room in there. I check the closet and I move all of the jeans to make sure nobody is hiding behind them. I also check behind the arm chair in my living room because it’s in the corner and someone could hide back there. And, of course, I check under the bed for burglars and monsters. Once I’ve secured the perimeter, I can relax again.
OH! I also have a thing about walking by windows at night. I have this fear that a hand is going to crash through the window and grab me. I know, it’s bizzare, but it’s ME! And this isn’t just a thing that I fear when I get spooked, it’s ALL THE TIME. I also never like opening the blinds at night. I always think I’m going to open them and somebody is going to be looking right back at me on the other side of the window. OMG, can you just image? I would just die!
The funny thing is that I don’t watch scary movies, violent movies, or thrillers, so it’s not like I have these irrational fears from that. I think it all comes from when I was younger and my crazy mother used to booby-trap the windows and doors whenever my dad was out of town. She’d also sleep with a bat or something else crazy under her pillow. She’d make all of us kids sleep in the bed with her, or in the same room. Yep… it’s all her fault. It’s always the mother’s fault.
Anyway… I should get some work completed. BYE Y’all!
