'I'm dealing with things way above my maturity levels'

The police have come knocking on the door four times in the past week, to ask questions about our very strange neighbours. It's not quite clear to us whether they are dealing drugs or have abducted a child, but the situation is not terribly relaxed.
The library got flooded today - unfortunately neither the words: 'They made me do it', nor Jake Gyllenhaal were anywhere in sight.
This morning I woke up from a nightmare in which I was told I would become gradually paralysed and would only be able to bat my eyelids to communicate with the world. Then I realised I was dreaming and struggled very hard to wake up and get, but I had the very upsetting feeling that my body didn't respond to my will as if I was really paralysed. Horrendous.
No, I haven't seen The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and I have no intention to do so at this point.
Don't get me started about Atonement getting the big BAFTA.
Thank God for Juno. It just made me wanna get my old stripey t-shirts and battered All Stars from their boxes, and dig out those grunge ripped jeans, grab hold of my guitar and sing along to The Moldy Peaches. After four months of watching really violent, tragic, depressing, dirty pictures, it was a breath of fresh air.


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