Creepiness is living in an upstairs loft!

As I write this, I'm very tired. Why? Because I was up very late last night. See I had gone and peeped Wolverine with my good friend Melissa. After enjoying 90 minutes of Huge Jackman's naked upper torso, I came home. Home being my grandparents place were I currently dwell between apartment living. I talked for an hour to a very passionate Elisabeth, who had, like Popeye, had all she could stands and couldn't stands no more from the same movie I had just watched. After our conversation ended, I rolled over to try to get some sleep before it would be too late..

Well, that didn't work. See, the upstairs portion of the house I'm living at not only creaks, but I swear that there are small, shadow gremlins living there and try to get me at night. Get me with their rape spoons!

Its the fact that the room, once the door is closed, is a black hole of sound. The silence is literally deafening. And with that, and no light, the mind wanders. Add to that that there is a constant creak and buckle of the house, my sleep patterns are way off.

From my past experiences sleeping there, sleeping in this room is like sleeping in a sound deprivation chamber, and that's the bad thing!

With no outside noise, my mind wont shut up at night! And it gets bad! I start thinking of scenarios of horrible things that could go wrong! Strange Muppet men coming out of the closet to grab me! Oh, then there the almost A.D.D. habit of contemplating the different events of my own demise! And praying for Nanotechnology to get cranking. Thinking of ones mortality is not a bad thing, but when you start thinking, and the wheels don't stop, one dosnt sleep, and when I don't sleep, I get paranoid to the point that I fall asleep out of pure exhaustion.

Now, I would take Nightquil for this, but its like doing drugs, and my dreams became horrible tapestries of pale men with no lips and eyelids standing over my bed and just breathing on me before they scamper back into my closet (this actually happened to me one night. I awoke to see what looked like foot prints walking over my dirty cloths on the floor and the cloths in my closet sway as if something parted them!)

I've been told I have a creative mind... I think I have an active mind, but creativity is a bit of s stretch sometimes.

So now, I sleep with the radio on high, and the fan on full blast even if its freezing. Noise is good! Noise keeps the darkies away! (Darkies soon to be a film when I pull some sort of miracle out of my ass)

Im not sure were I was going with this....