Day 2 of not being able to sleep being scared if ghosts. I've got a kung Fu movie on (last night's entertainment was a Korean flick) as I'm blogging inconveniently through the iPhone (kid took the laptop to her sleepover) with alcohol breath (yes, even after I brushed) and my mputhgaurd in being the classy lady that I am. I thought about playing freecell repeatedly until my eyes lose the fight but I thought I'd do something somewhat more productive like critical bulshitting.
This movie actually looks pretty good but if I allow myself to get into it I'll be up until 2am like Iast night. I suppose every movie is a good movie to me since I am so easily pleased and have an extraordinary high tolerance for crap. Excluding the Twilight series. I rebel against it. I refuse to be a victim of the same addictions the kid indulges in.
Damn this movie is scratched. I must get up to clean it=negative #1. And the movie is translated in English with no option for Chinese audio=negative #2. I can't watch a movie when the lips, not only, not match the audio, but is clearly an American accent. Major movie no-no.
When I was a little girl I would watch Chinese movies with my dad all day everyday and not understand a lick of it. Yeah, some had subtitles but either our tv was so small or the black market copy was so bad that I was only able to read 4-5 words in the middle. Still, I loved it.
When I was a little girl my parents also told me that since we are Christians we don't believe in ghosts anymore because God watches over us. I go back to that memory as well. I pray he watches over me when I get scared of ghosts, then I go back to my life of sin.
I slept with kitchen utensils for years when I moved out. I was a young single mom and paranoid as hell. I never slept much then. I still don't sleep much now. Monday I slept 5 hours. Tuesday 6 hours. Wednesday 5 hours. Tonight...hmmm. You can't bank sleep. I know because I googled it.
I'm going to give freecell a try now. Goodnight.
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