So bad idea to take my mind off of shit hitting the fan in real life by watching a horror? film (The Haunting in Connecticut).

Yeah, I had to stop the movie halfway through because I kept hearing things in the house. The lights are on all the way in my room (I have a dimmer, and usually I keep it in the lowest position as I read/dick around on my computer before bed). Okay, and I definitely just heard something again. I know the AC acts up sometimes, but I'm seriously kind of freaked. And by kind of I mean really.

So yay! Another ten points added to the genius fund, fuck me.

Now not only is my mind on my family situation but now I'm having visions of the father bending over me, scalpel in hand, carved words imprinted all over my body.

I would say never again, but I've so done this before. I try to watch scary films in my worst funks, because I think that the experience will scare me straight (har har har). I think the worst time was when I was in my dorm room my fifth year of college (don't you love how I can't possibly refer to the six years I spent as an undergrad like normal folks do--"My senior year...wait, I mean the fourth...yeah, and then the super super senior year..."), and I elected to watch No Country for Old Men when my roomies all went out to a party. Oh yeah, brilliant idea. I was practically pissing myself and I barely made it to the halfway point before I had to shut it off, at which point I tried to distract myself from the pissing pants type fear that was taking hold--finally, I was too sleepy to do anything about it.

Happy happy joy joy.

I would say never again, but that old genius fund can't ever be full enough.