Why people like me shouldn't stay up so late
A large airplane or jet just flew over the house. Sometimes when a large plane flies over the house late at night, low enough to rattle the windows, for a brief second my heart races and adrenaline pumps through my veins and for a brief moment I'm filled with an overwhelming feeling of dread, and my palms grow clammy and moist and my mind's eye plays a scenario of me being smashed or impaled by a large airplane engine falling through my bedroom ceiling, just like in Donnie Darko.