I am so freaking sick. My neck hurts, I'm stuffy and coughing, and I want to sleep. I couldn't sleep for more than 4 hours last night, 'cause Gary was gone and every noise sounded like something coming to get me. Freaking Blair Witch. Freaking movie.

I know not everyone has seen the damned thing, so I won't ruin it. No spoilers here. Suffice it to say that I couldn't sleep without Gary next to me, three days after the viewing. I don't like the basement. Poor Mike (who, incedentally, is getting married IRL. No, he's not dead. Neither are the others).

Go see it. It's pretty simple. As sick as I am, and as regretful I am of lost sleep, I loved it. The after effects, however, are far-reaching, be warned. I have a friend who waited three hours to go to the bathroom because he didn't want to go alone. I turn on lights on every level of my house at night.
Ack! I found it! I found Heather's Journal! The images are too small to read, but I found it!

Amanda called me here today, freaking a little. I feel bad cause I was so out of it, but... There's not much I can do. I'm not thinking straight right now, and it's driving me wall-wards.