I've been feeling a little off colour for about a week now, sniffling and wheezing my way through work and essays. It came to a head this weekend when I started to get a little feverish. Thankfully it was nothing that prescription drugs and some TLC couldn't fix, but my mind went a little... well, wonky.
Glenny and I watched The Woman in Black early this afternoon, and I am so glad I didn't watch it all alone. It scared the hell out of both of us, and as a fan of all things supernatural themed it's no small thing to scare Glenn. When it was over, he had to head home. After he left, I texted him to ask him to let me know when he got home safely, knowing that it usually only takes him about an hour and fifteen.
Two hours later I was imagining he saw the woman in black and something horrible had happened to him.
Three hours later I was sure of it. She had caused him to veer off the road and hit a tree from the shock of seeing her. She made him stop off at the bottlo in Warren and drink drive his way into a huge kangaroo. She somehow managed to make his ute explode.
It's all ridiculous I know, but somehow I had my flu-clouded mind convinced. I mean honestly, the bullbar would've damaged the kangaroo more than the kangaroo would have hurt him!
Three hours ten minutes later: he'd been home for ages and had only just received my messages thanks to poor reception out his way.
