So I'm finishing up a huge Law class assignment last night at 3:30am, when I dozed off on my living room couch.
5 minutes later, I woke up startled by the sound of someone trying to open my front door (not uncommon in my Less-Than-Stepford-Neighbourhood). So I had a mini panic attack before I learned it was actually my devil printer rattling around because it ran out of paper while printing my assignment. But as I was nodding off again, I suddenly realized that the mental image that went through my head when I thought I was in mortal peril, was of the Cat Burglar from The Simpsons breaking into my house. This made me laugh.
Now I'm trying to decide whether I'm more worried about the fact that a Simpsons cartoon character scares me, or that I laugh out loud to myself in a dark room at 4am.
No comments:
Post a Comment