03 January 2006

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

I just woke up from one of those kind of dreams where you just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and try to figure out which sound in the room is your heart flumping on the floor after having jumped out of your chest. And it's the kind of dream where you don't even know why -- I have no memory of it, just this sense of deep, freakish wrongness. Dread, disembodied, so that it floats around the room and takes root in the walls.

So now I have Coupling playing on the DVD player, hoping that will banish the lurking heebie jeebies.

If I were H.P. Lovecraft, I'd turn this into a story about some guy with three names learning Things Men Were Not Meant to Know, and going stark raving mad and taking to make proclamations in italics, with exclamation points, like the pictures were drawn from real life!

Night. (Did that wall just move?)

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