to nicole:
8:37 p.m.
also.
whatever is RUNNING YES RUNNING in our ceilings. and walls. sounds LARGE and is moving FAST.
hey whatever. as long as a corpse doesn’t fall thru the ceiling i’m fine. PERSPECTIVE.
and this, my dear friends, is the silver lining of having your next-door neighbor pass away and decompose for two weeks with mere bricks separating you. nothing house-related seems too scary after that. whatever’s in our walls/ceilings (either a cat or an extremely large rat, we’ve decided; hell maybe it’s a cat chasing a rat) can die and rot and smell to high holy hell. as long as it’s not a person, it’s really fine. i can take it.
in the great words of Kevin McCallister (macaulay culkin) of home alone (one of my all-time favorite holiday movies)…
Hey! I’m not afraid anymore! I said I’m not afraid anymore! Do you hear me? I’m not afraid anymore!
then he sees his old man neighbor, screams like hell and runs inside. ha. i love that movie.
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