3:44pm- Go for walk with friend. She insists on crossing street against light, which is scary enough. End up on island made of cobblestones amidst speeding traffic zooming past in both directions. Trying to navigate around lamp post, lose footing and fall beneath wheel of impatient driver's car. Crunch.
8:04pm- At 32, still rightfully afraid of being home alone and darkness. Take nice hot relaxing bath with oodles of perfumed bubbles. Tori Amos croons on stereo. As soon as head is dunked beneath surface, boogeyman comes running out from shadows slicing open belly with knife.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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