Pisssss

I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning to find my mom and my brother skittering around the hallway. They had turned the attic fan on, every window was open, and as I entered the hallway, the smell of urine slapped me in the face. They didn't know why it was there, or how to get rid of it, but they knew that it was coming from my room. I had not been in my room all night, I had passed out at the foot of my mom's bed because my anxiety kicked in at about 12 last night and I started freaking out. I would have gone and fallen asleep in my own room, but, you. It's haunted.

Which kind of leads me to believe that the smell is from the ghost/spirit/whatever the heck is in my room.

Do I sound crazier than Mulder? Absolutely. But he wasn't crazy. I will fight anyone who says Mulder is crazy.

That or it's aliens. If that's the case, I am going to move so far away from here.
Don't get me wrong, I am fascinated by aliens, but I am also completely terrified by them. I don't have a doubt in my mind they exist, I just want them to be nice and friendly.

*Blows a kiss to the aliens.*

In other news, my saddle search is finally over, thank god. And, I still have $450 left to spend on complete crap that I don't need. Like half pads. And saddle pads. Maybe I'll get a new bridle. I don't need a new bridle. I love my bridle. I should buy more leather cleaning stuff because I lowkey lost all of mine. God, I could buy so much. This is so exciting.

I have to admit, I was planning on having a really big entry written out for you guys about how watching the TV shows I did molding me (poorly) into the person I am today but I lost all motivation to finish. Sorry about that.

I also have not started on my promised shower attack stories, so I need to get on that. At some point.

In the meantime, I'm going to play sad music and stare at the ceiling all while pretending I'm in a sad movie, so:
Cheers!