So I took a quick nap tonight listening to the late-night UCLA-Michigan Super Regional baseball game on SiriusXM. I wake up and, addicted like nobody's business, I scroll through my Twitter feed while lying on my bed. I drop the phone, again. (At some point I should blog post about how I am handling my new iPhone.)
I pick it up and go back to scrolling. And then, out of nowhere, my bedroom door opens. WTF? The door opened so slowly that I expected some evil figure just standing at the doorway with a machete in its hand. I swear I closed the door completely, but I got up to close it, and that was when I was sure that some beast was going to leap out and kill me. But there was none, as evident by me blogging about my fear.
Going to the bathroom I heard the wind induce a creak in the floorboards of the house. That only happens in the dead of winter. But in the summer?
Frankly, I'm freaking out right now.
I pick it up and go back to scrolling. And then, out of nowhere, my bedroom door opens. WTF? The door opened so slowly that I expected some evil figure just standing at the doorway with a machete in its hand. I swear I closed the door completely, but I got up to close it, and that was when I was sure that some beast was going to leap out and kill me. But there was none, as evident by me blogging about my fear.
Going to the bathroom I heard the wind induce a creak in the floorboards of the house. That only happens in the dead of winter. But in the summer?
Frankly, I'm freaking out right now.
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