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A quick post, just in case you feared me dead. I took the day off yesterday~ and it was heaven. I didn't speak to a soul. Except Neil. I had just gotten Rust Never Sleeps the night before, which is my favorite Neil album, and he talked to me most of the day. Then Chris came home and immediately started spraying me with the hose. Goodbye quiet peace. We watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the new, redone one) and it was seriously scary. But the characters were like, the dumbest characters ever to be written into a script. It was so bad I'm not completely sure that it wasn't on purpose in the first place. I mean, the chainsaw falls to the floor, so the girl screams and runs. Um, ok. Then she goes and hides in some dumb ass place instead of running, and he finds here. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Now that the movie could have eneded an hour ago, it's over. But it is really scary.