And the meme is complete.
Dec. 22nd, 2008 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerI have hot chocolate. This seems to be a reoccurring theme on my happiness list.
Also, I have the bestest brother in the world. After listening to my tortuous explanation of how I was going to the library and he should call me when he left the house because so I would know the house was empty so I wouldn't come back until later, because otherwise the demons would get me, he looks at me with great sympathy and asks, "Do you want me to hang around until Mom and Dad get back from the basketball game?"
I didn't make him do it, but it was nice that he offered.
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As for the demons: this came about because I was reading a book about exorcisms, which is a terrible idea because I apparently got stuck at that stage of childhood where the supernatural is just PETRIFYING.
I can with equanimity read books about torture and mental illness and genocide and serial killers and other things that could potentially actually happen to me, but give me demons, ghosts, aliens, monsters from the black lagoon, and I'm a quivering mass of Jell-o who walks around the house flipping on lights and squeaking.
One nice thing about being at school: my room never really gets dark, because of all the ambient light from the street (a night light is just Not The Same), and also there's an always lit hallway just ten feet away, and there's always someone, somewhere, who's awake.
Still. I'm definitely Too Old for this.
Also, I have the bestest brother in the world. After listening to my tortuous explanation of how I was going to the library and he should call me when he left the house because so I would know the house was empty so I wouldn't come back until later, because otherwise the demons would get me, he looks at me with great sympathy and asks, "Do you want me to hang around until Mom and Dad get back from the basketball game?"
I didn't make him do it, but it was nice that he offered.
***
As for the demons: this came about because I was reading a book about exorcisms, which is a terrible idea because I apparently got stuck at that stage of childhood where the supernatural is just PETRIFYING.
I can with equanimity read books about torture and mental illness and genocide and serial killers and other things that could potentially actually happen to me, but give me demons, ghosts, aliens, monsters from the black lagoon, and I'm a quivering mass of Jell-o who walks around the house flipping on lights and squeaking.
One nice thing about being at school: my room never really gets dark, because of all the ambient light from the street (a night light is just Not The Same), and also there's an always lit hallway just ten feet away, and there's always someone, somewhere, who's awake.
Still. I'm definitely Too Old for this.
