John and Will have a gig tonight, a late one, so I’m going to hang out with Christina, eat Indian food, drink wine, and maybe watch a movie or something. That is a perfect night out. Hey, it’s out for me – not my house.
I just have to make sure it’s not a scary movie (I don’t think that’ll be a problem) because the Black Tapes podcast keeps creeping me out. Just a little. And John will be out late, so I’ll probably be coming home to a dark, empty house. Happy movies for me!
I really don’t know why I keep getting this urge to watch scary movies. I don’t want to watch the gory ones. I want to watch the scary thrillers, or the ones that are just different enough, like Cabin in the Woods. But when even Stranger Things can get to me, it seems really stupid to want to watch more things like that. And seriously, Stranger Things isn’t scary. It just had that one thing that got stuck in my imagination.
So worst case scenario: I come home, it’s dark, and I’m scared. Solution: Watch Friends on Netflix downstairs with all the lights on until John comes home. That’ll do.