May 01 2009
∞
I am scared of many, many, many things, like snakes, strange weather patterns, and throwing up. But the thing I’m most afraid of? Night. Oh dear, it’s bad. It shames me to say that it’s only truly terrible when Mike is gone, like this weekend. I know, it makes me feel all kinds of lame to say that I can’t sleep by myself. But alone in the apartment at night, I end up thinking about all sorts of terrible things. I imagine break-ins, earthquakes, ghosts, and most recently, tsunamis. It’s completely ridiculous, I know, but there it is.
I think probably drinking a (whole) bottle of wine (just for me) will make it all better.
