I don't get scared easily. My parents got tired of paying for babysitters when I was in fourth grade so I've been pretty much used to being left alone since I was 10. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people are afraid to be alone. It's pathetic. My roommate in Tuscaloosa got scared every time I unlocked the door. With my key. Because I lived there too. She would always be at the top of the stairs waiting and looking to see who in the world was coming inside! Every single time she would say, "Thank God it's you! I thought someone was breaking in." [Heavy sigh]
Yesterday was probably the first time I've been scared to be home alone since the guy with Bipolar Disorder from our church in California came over and started banging on our door and talking about how a "friend in need is a friend indeed". But that's a story for another time.
I woke up shaken and disturbed due to a dream I had. Tom Haverford, of Parks and Recreation, had kidnapped me and was holding me hostage. For some reason this was terrifying to me. But why? I mean, look at him:
From: here
He doesn't look threatening. He looks like the type of guy that would hit on anything that moves; not a kidnapper. I always figured if I ever dreamed about Tom Haverford it would be about us palling around at the local bars in Pawnee and making fun of Leslie. Guess not.
Later yesterday afternoon, the power went out while I was in the shower. I thought, great, I'm about to star in my own scary movie and I'm naked- this is not how I want to die. I just knew Tom was creeping around the corner waiting to get me. So after falling down the stairs in the garage to (let me put this as technically as I know how) flip the switches in the box thing, there was still no power.
The most terrifying part of all of this was thinking that if the power did not come back on soon I was going to miss the Rachel Zoe season finale. I just got shivers thinking about it.
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