I saw The Blair Witch Project all by myself in an empty house today. Okay, so it was in the daytime, and I wasn't that scared...ahem...at least not as scared as I was when I saw Exorcist(but to be fair I was 8)...so it's not a great feat or anything. But...shit... Dee was right...it's fucks your mind. THANK GOD for The Full Monty, which they repeated on Star Movies for the zillionth time. Watching middle aged men strip is way better than shaky cinema verite about an unseen witch.
Anyway...been grunging out all day. Still haven't showered. Wearing chera Tee. Sleeping all the time. Coughing dramatically. Doing all the stupid things you do when you're all alone and bored. Or am I? Alone that is...