The daily struggles of a Troper
TVTropes is ruining my life more than usual.
No, not because I've been losing hours of my life editing the Dharma & Greg and Criminal Minds pages and examples every time I find them because I'm a minor authority on anything involving Thomas Gibson's characters, though that is part of it. And no, not because the Ear Worm page directs me to YouTube and I wind up jumping Touhou vids for half a day, though that's also a problem.
No, this time it's the Nightmare Fuel pages.
A minute ago I realized I needed to use the bathroom, so I got up from my laptop and headed for the door. The room is dimly blue-lit due to my external HD's light and my laptop screen. When I was about a foot away from the door, I heard a slow creaking noise that could have been anything from a creaky hinge to my stomach making noises, but it sounded like a door elsewhere in the apartment. Like something out of a horror movie where you're hissing at the screen DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST WALK AWAY. And with my Nightmare Fuel addled mind, where else would my thoughts be besides all the things that could be lurking in the shadows?
So, what with my fear of the dark (yes, still!) and this noise, I thought to myself, "Y'know, I don't need to pee that badly." I backed up and sat back down and here I am, just sort of... waiting. I'll give it a few more minutes.
CURSE YOU, TVTROPES! CURSE YOU FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY BLADDER HEART
No, not because I've been losing hours of my life editing the Dharma & Greg and Criminal Minds pages and examples every time I find them because I'm a minor authority on anything involving Thomas Gibson's characters, though that is part of it. And no, not because the Ear Worm page directs me to YouTube and I wind up jumping Touhou vids for half a day, though that's also a problem.
No, this time it's the Nightmare Fuel pages.
A minute ago I realized I needed to use the bathroom, so I got up from my laptop and headed for the door. The room is dimly blue-lit due to my external HD's light and my laptop screen. When I was about a foot away from the door, I heard a slow creaking noise that could have been anything from a creaky hinge to my stomach making noises, but it sounded like a door elsewhere in the apartment. Like something out of a horror movie where you're hissing at the screen DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST WALK AWAY. And with my Nightmare Fuel addled mind, where else would my thoughts be besides all the things that could be lurking in the shadows?
So, what with my fear of the dark (yes, still!) and this noise, I thought to myself, "Y'know, I don't need to pee that badly." I backed up and sat back down and here I am, just sort of... waiting. I'll give it a few more minutes.
CURSE YOU, TVTROPES! CURSE YOU FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY BLADDER HEART