Neurotic Ramblings

At this very moment I’m sipping on some green tea and feeling absolutely miserable.  My bones hurt, my joints hurt and I feel like I’m old.  I’m catching a cold and it absolutely sucks.

Anyway, Ginger sent me an email which kinda spooked me.  She’s right, my ghost did show up right on time for halloween.  Damn it.

So Sunday night I’m getting ready for bed and my phone makes this horrible sound.  I picked it up and it said I had an incoming call from Trey.  But I couldn’t answer it.  My phone sometimes freezes like that so I tried to turn it off but couldn’t and I ended up taking the battery off.  The damn phone kept ringing.  It’s happened before.  When I moved in with Donna.  Then she started hearing shit at night and I’d see shadows all the time.

Well, last night I was on the phone with Mickey Green Eyes when I got home.  I was by myself and the fam wasn’t home.  Both doors were unlocked.  My mom ALWAYS locks the doors.  She’s even come back to make sure she’s locked them and turned off all the lights and tvs.  So I walk in and leave the door open and start yelling for my brother because his TV was on.  But he wasn’t home.  No one was.  I turned off the TV and now I’m walking around the house with a skewer in my hand, looking in every room and kicking doors.  You never know when a derranged killer is waiting in the closet. 

Of course, there was nothing there.  So I sit down in the living room, still talking to MGE about my neurosis and BAM…the TV in my brother’s room turns back on.  On a different channel.  It was on Discovery and now it’s on the History channel.  Fucking hell…I start freaking out and MGE proceeds to tell me to relax, it’s probably just some psycho killer or the undead.  Fuck me sideways.  Now it’s not just a “ghost” it’s an undead.  I was seriously freaking out so I called my mom and she told me to turn the TV off and meet her at Tacos Ricos.  MGE stayed on the phone with me the whole time.  I was seriously going batty. 

We talked about how it could just be trying to communicate with me since it’s been following me around for over six years.  Maybe an old relative or something.  That was ruled out when I told him the ghost in my Austin apartment liked to move my underwear to weird places.  He said to just relax, and why didn’t i freak out when I saw the ghost at Buffalo’s that night?  Um, because I was with him.  I wasn’t by myself in an empty house where I sleep every night. 

All this worrying and freaking out caused the migraine which drove me to tears and add to that my demented ex and you have a disastrous night.  Oh, and when my mom and I got home, the TV was back on.  On the Discovery Channel. 

Now I’m sick, the headache is back and the house is haunted.  Yippee.