I found a post in my drafts with this same title and so I thought I’d steal it from myself. If good writers borrow but great writers steal then what happens when a writer steals from themselves? Do I get to enter Inception? Will Ellen Page be there? Not going to lie, that film went way over my head a number of times. Also, I’m on my phone, so I apologize for peculiar spelling mistakes. My phone can’t spell. Look at this: upapotatoes. That’s supposed to be upstairs. It’s like my phone is trying to be cockney and failing terribly. Gotta go up the apple and upapotatoes!
Anyway, I’m pretty sure when I first wrote the title Up at Night I was actually awake late at night, right now I’m preparing myself for it.
Some days just come about where too much information tries to get in my head on top of too much upset. I’m not going to pretend I stay up pondering it all and the meaning of life, I spend my time trying to distract myself until I’m too tired and fall asleep. I used to watch horror films for this purpose. The scarier the better. Not because I’m super rough and tough but I felt like if something else was happening to make me feel dread then eventually I’d just knock out asleep focusing on that instead. I mean, really that’s hindsight, and something I’ve just made up to try and explain it. I don’t think I can.
There are so many things we can’t explain.
No idea where I was going with that thought but it looks like I was about to try and get deep and meaningful. Now, however, I’m up at night.
Eeehhh, eeehhh, looka that! Things always work out right when you make them.
I really want a good horror film to watch. I’m having a sleepover with my ferret (Seb) so it can’t be too scary and we both hate gore. She wants zombies but I think they’re so overrated but I love her a lot so may need to compromise. You know, I was going to say I’m writing this because I’m lonely, but I don’t think I am. I like talking to myself. Or maybe this song sums it up.
Not in love with that tosser over the road though. He can do one.
That’s actually one of my all time favourite ever ever cherry on top songs.
Right me and Seb are deciding to watch The Woman in Black because both the film and Daniel Radcliffe (or Danele rut as my phone likes to call him) are brilliant. She’s been a big fan of him for some years so she decided we’d sack off the zombies.
Horror film fans, ladies and fellas? Any favourites?
Pointless blog post ends now.
Get to your bunkers!