I was peacefully going about my business the other day, setting up a virtual pool match (which I won - hooray!), when all of a sudden, out of the blue, Stalker Guy turned up again. I'd long since removed him from my yahoo messenger friends list on account of not having spoken to him for over a year, oh and the fact that he's a scary freak, but he's still got me on there. So he sent me a message. I responded politely but not enthusiastically. We were able to have a normal conversation with no scary bits for all of five minutes. Then he invited me round to watch a video he'd hired that had Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe in. Yes, Stalker Guy lives in my town. My answer was of course "aaaaargh! Get away from me!" but I politely declined his invitation (After all, Russell Crowe and Meg Ryan? That has to be a terrible film). I'm sure he's harmless. He's just a lonely oddball with obsessive tendencies. Much as I'm used to my status as an object of desire and obsession, it's freakish.

And the second thing. Insomnia. What fun that is. Last night I finally got to sleep before 3am and a bird decides that this is the perfect morning to squeeze itself through the unfeasibly small gap I left my window open, get trapped and flap as loudly as possible against my window early in the morning. It's not a pleasant thing to wake up suddenly and think you're Tippi Hedren. It was alright until I passed a mirror and had a rude awakening. Anyway, I could see this bird sillhouetted against the curtain, panicking, so me being the brave and rock 'ard person I am, rang my dad at work to come home and get rid of the little git for me. Naturally by the time he gets here the bastard has found its own way out and left a large pile of happy reminder on the net curtain, window and window sill and left me looking like a big wuss. Curse the little feathered bugger. *shakes fist*

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