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Feeling more than usually paranoid. Laugh if you like, but I've been thinking I catch things from the corner of my eye - they're mostly inanimate objects that I mistake for people out to get me - and the other night I made sure my knife was was within reach, because I thought I heard someone opening my door. My door was shut. Had been shut. I hate checking on the dogs at night because I am so convinced someone is going to jump out and kill me. I don't like being in the bathroom at night if the shower curtain is half drawn, because someone can hide there.

It's not like this is a recent development. Coming home from Meg's around the corner house at night, I am semi-convinced (long story) that there are muggers between her house and mine. She can practically see into my bedroom, and I can see into her kitchen. That's how close we are. I'm just paranoid and I read too many urban legends.


Anyway. I'm a freak.