So this is the first night I've spent in my house by myself since Sean (TheSilentAlly) moved out into his own house w/ his pregnant girlfriend last week. I've had to do some serious cleaning, and it was about 2 or 3 in the morning. I started w/ the kitchen. Still suffering from the effects of 'Paranormal Activity 2' (which I went to see last week) I began to hear noises I'd never heard in my home, getting a bit spooked. I decided to put on some music. As I was washing the dishes, I heard some noises upstairs, as if someone was walking around. Finishing the dishes, I had a tire iron I'd found cleaning and decided to walk upstairs w/ it. (In case there really WAS someone up there) Finding nothing, and figuring it was my imagination, I went back downstairs to see my husky staring at the radio. I called for her, and she continued to stare. I couldn't do anything to get her away from it for a few moments, so I turned it off. Then, she came to, as though nothing was there.

I dunno, I'm just ranting here I guess. You see things in a different perspective when you're all alone I guess.