That's it! Dave was right! I'm possessed.
+ i walked back home in the dead silence last night. It had rained, so not many people were on the road. I'm used to digs barking, I know where they are si they don't startle me (much). But howling at the moon? Through the whole village? And cowering when I look at them? Hm. Not common.
+ You know those motion sensor lights that some people have in their yards or are occasionally used for small streets' lamps? I don't activate them. Like.. No. (much like slidding automatic doors, at which I have to wave or do a jig. I know I'm a shortie, but 1.60 is still average.)
So I don't activate them. But even better: when they're on, I make them off. \o/
No, it's not that funny. I see okay in the dark, but I'm not Riddick just yet.
+ I've started waking up with tiny bleeding cuts on me again. It used to be my forearms and thighs, this time it's my palms. Lots of paper cuts or... If I'd poked myself with the sharp tip of a knife. (I hate the dishwashing liquid now. That bitch stings.)
I'm going rational and I'm thinking I get so tensed that I claw at myself when I sleep. But me likey more and more my ex's theory that I get up at night to do mischief.
He said I woke up and sat up, sometime spoke different languages abd pointed at things. Freaked him out. It was always funny.
But now I have cuts in my palm and my pillow case is bloody. :(
Yay! I'm a freak!
+ You know those motion sensor lights that some people have in their yards or are occasionally used for small streets' lamps? I don't activate them. Like.. No. (much like slidding automatic doors, at which I have to wave or do a jig. I know I'm a shortie, but 1.60 is still average.)
So I don't activate them. But even better: when they're on, I make them off. \o/
No, it's not that funny. I see okay in the dark, but I'm not Riddick just yet.
+ I've started waking up with tiny bleeding cuts on me again. It used to be my forearms and thighs, this time it's my palms. Lots of paper cuts or... If I'd poked myself with the sharp tip of a knife. (I hate the dishwashing liquid now. That bitch stings.)
I'm going rational and I'm thinking I get so tensed that I claw at myself when I sleep. But me likey more and more my ex's theory that I get up at night to do mischief.
He said I woke up and sat up, sometime spoke different languages abd pointed at things. Freaked him out. It was always funny.
But now I have cuts in my palm and my pillow case is bloody. :(
Yay! I'm a freak!