The Walking Dead

I stupidly decided it'd be a good idea to stay up until past 4am this morning compiling a list of Thatcher's wrongs. I was taken aback by two of my friends sympathising with her. They are both kind, warm, compassionate people, so I understood their not wanting to join in with celebrations, but couldn't understand why they couldn't see why people would have been happy at her demise. One of them admitted that she needed to do a bit more reading up on the deceased and the other isn't from the UK originally, so I think has been taken in by the portrayal of her in the states. This friend lived in Cambodia for a while too, so I think learning about Thatcher's involvement with the Khmer Rouge would probably change her view.

Anyway, I was making this list so didn't go to bed until around 4.45am. I shut my eyes, but was awake, when several moments later, there was a click and a flash of white light. It sounded like it had come from the heater next to my bed but it wasn't switched on at the plug. I got freaked out and as it was dark and I was tired, I convinced myself that something eerie was going to happen. I am deeply cynical and don't believe in spooks or the paranormal, but one time Dave made me watch Paranormal Activity (I don't like modern horror films) and I wish I could unsee it. It freaked me out and it was all I could think about. So I kept myself awake for another hour.

I woke up at about 10 to a phonecall from a recruitment agency, then one from my mum. I decided to get up and spent most of the day until 4pm sitting in a Zombified state. I forced myself out then to buy some shoes for Brodie's wedding. I returned and haven't left the couch all night. Think I'll sleep through here tonight. Fewer shadows and things to freak me out.