One Rottweiler, please...

I'm a pretty together person, mentally speaking.

Sure I have my bad days when I think I'm so lost and alone and that if a giant black hole opened up in front of me I wouldn't hesitate jumping into it.

But I generally am a pretty healthy person - mentally.

I know there isn't an international organisation spying on my every move just in case I crack the conspiracy around, well, everything.
I know where I am, and who I am.
And I keep my answers to the voices in my head pretty quiet.

And I don't suffer from panic attacks.

Well, not conciously anyway.

Until recently.

After the second attempt to break in to my room, I have not been able to sleep deeper than a light, weary doze. Every sound wakes me up. Every scrape on the pavement gets my heart racing. Every time I close my eyes, I think someone is going to get in and hurt me.

About two nights ago, I had the umpteenth sensation of absolute paralysis. My limbs were leaden, I couldn't move or speak. And I knew there was someone in the room with me. The fucker even had the audacity to speak in a corny 'bad guy' voice.
When I was able to force myself awake, I found that my window was tightly bolted and nothing was disturbed (apart from my mental state).

Now I dread going to bed. And irony of all, is I'm exhausted. I WANT to sleep, but can't. The paralysis I've had before, but the voice was new. And that freaked me out more than anything!

So I'm back to the whole flat hunting thing.
Shoot me now...

Ghosts....

So I'm on facebook and one of my "friends" puts a video on my wall. So I watch it and KAK myself!
Its a video showing a ghost appear. Its either really good amateur or that ghost was seriously pissed off.
But I still had a right old chill run right through me!!! Now I can't sleep.

Great.

Its 2:30am. I only have to be at work at 6pm, but I worked a doubel shift today, am exhausted, and I want to get up early to go for a job interview.

Guess I'll be staying up to watch old Angel episodes.

Dammit! I'm such a fucking wuss. Maybe because I know that ghosts exist. I just hate the being surprised when actually appear part. And can't they do something about resembling the rotting corpse thing? Really. A little respect towards thier appearance will make this whole interplane relationship go down a lot more smoothly. If ghosts want us to see and interact with them, appearing out of nowhere at night in the dark will NOT help thier cause.
It doesn't work for spiders. I'm not seeing any benefits for them either.

Fuck...Still spooked.

URGH!

Watering Rats

So last night saw my mates Dan, Rob and myself head off to Water Rats in Kings Cross. I haven't been to a live gig in ages and couldn't believe how much I missed them!

Anyways, we watched two bands. The first was Seeing Scarlet
A four piece band with great songs and tunes, they had us bopping along within the first number. As it turns out, frontman Charlie, is a former S'Affer hailing from Durban. Glad to see our musicians getting it together over here.



The second band was Ghosts
With a selection of songs that varied in style and texture (yes, texture) they gave a stellar performance. I didn't get to meet them after the gig, but there's always next time.



Afterwards, went home, passed out and am now at work OD'ing on java and working out the conundrum that is Photoshop 7. Wish me luck!