Today I am absolutely knackered; I had the bright idea of watching a documentary on The Amityville Horror last night, big mistake.
How scary!!!! They shouldn’t be allowed to show it.
Maybe it’s because I was brought up in a very religious family but I totally believe in stuff like that. I would love to watch The Exorcist but I can’t bring myself to because I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep for about a month afterwards. Even the creepy music at the beginning makes the hair at the back of my neck (not that I have a hairy neck you understand) stand on end.
Anyway, we watched the stupid documentary which finished at midnight and then went to bed. I couldn’t even take off my make up because that would mean having o go into the bathroom by myself, I could have asked hubby to come with me but then he would have laughed at me or turned of the light and grabbed my leg because, ha ha, he thinks stuff like that is really funny. So I will probably get a spot now or wrinkles or something and it’s all channel 4’s fault.
Then I woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn’t get back to sleep because I needed a wee and was too scared to go.
So I will probably get Cystitis now or something and that will be all channel 4’s fault as well.

On an even more depressing television note, it was the last ever, ever Monarch of the Glen on Sunday night! Am gonna have to be content with watching all the repeats on Sky. This I worse than when Cold Feet finished but at least Molly finally got off with Golly. Don’t know what was wrong with the woman, she’s no getting any younger, just kiss him already.
Last night I also watched Dog the Bounty Hunter (which is my all time favourite programme apart from Lost, Cutting it and Dynasty). Man, is that guy cool. Is it a bit strange that I find him kind of sexy in an older, craggy man kind of way, sort of like Kenny Rogers, or is that just wrong?

Hubby says I’m kind of fixated with television….don’t know where he gets that idea from.