Yesterday morning I woke up to find my closet door wide open. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but I'm very weird about sleeping with the closet door open. Meaning: I just don't do it. Call me crazy, but there is just something eerie about sleeping with the closet door wide open, you know, because anything could be in there! And it certainly isn't just shoes, clothes or belts. Also, what is possibly more eerie than the closet door being wide open, is turning out the bedroom light only to find that the closet door is shut, but THE LIGHT IN THE CLOSET IS ON! Not only is it on, it's on in a weird, science fiction, spaceship way.
Maybe it's a good thing that I don't watch scary movies.
I usually blame this sort of weird thing on Attic Man, who seems to have visited our new place. While he was here he also got our floor pretty dusty and left a few dishes in the sink. No to mention, put a WHOLE LOAD OF CLOTHES IN THE FLOOR OF MY BEDROOM.
It's not over yet, Attic Man.
Until next time.