A scary 24(ish) hours
…But not scary in the sense that “I’m Famous & I’m Frightened!” was. And that wasn’t scary for the reasons it was meant to be. The memory of Rusty Lee’s laugh terrified me more than anything to do with the “ghosts”.
The What If…? Department of my brain got a little carried away with itself. It’s still working slightly too hard even now. It sought the advice of the: -
Fact Department
We Just Know These Things!
But Don’t Ask How, cos we probably don’t remember.
Now, a wee bit of knowledge coupled with something happening (or not happening, as it would have been) is a dangerous thing. It can lead to sleepless nights. Although thankfully not on this occasion, despite me wishing it so.
Strange thing to desire: lack of sleep and a certain amount of suffering, but it’s far easier to deal with than the alternative, so I’m quite happy.
I totally understand that this won’t make sense to anybody, unless you have any comprehension of how my brain works, and there aren’t many who can say that and mean it.
-Bea Whale
Tags: neuroses
