Friday, June 13, 2008 - Godzilla Madness
I don't know why, but sometimes, when I don't like something I'll make this horrible screaching sound. I go all bug eyed for a split second as this high pitched squawk of ill fate comes burning out of my throat.
Even stranger is the fact that whenever I do this, no matter where I am, I always expect to see miniature Japanese people running out from under things like chairs or whatever, only to disappear beneath other things - as if trying to get to some safer hiding spot.
Sometimes that brings on the fear and I screach again just from the thought of it. What if I one day get stuck in a loop of that? I imagine that is what insanity is like.