mashed potato mountain.

[solarsugar]

Watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind alone after dark = terrible idea. Even after all these years, that movie still frightens me to no end. It's either that or a scene near the end of Jacob's Ladder where a booming, disembodied voice says "dream on" and Tim Robbins starts sobbing. Ugh, gives me willies thinking about it. The bad sort. Now I won't be able to sleep without leaving the television on with a sleep timer.

Why do I torture myself like this?

At least I'm mostly over my fear of E.T.

Also, room needs cleaning. Or bombing. Haven't decided yet.