... I still can't sleep after that bloody movie. I wish Jason was here - that way I might get to sleep.

I know I'm just being daft and it's just a film, but it was pretty horrifying. Well, I thought it was horrifying. Jason's watched it loads of times and he loves it.

Alas, Jason's not here. If he was, he'd probably only aggravate me further by providing me with an uncanny imitation of the noise the Thing made in the film... Ergh.

When he was in Egypt a few years back, he managed to sneak up on his mum and a family friend and scare the wits out of them by making the sound a Predator makes. He's also brilliant at making that weird hissy lip-smacking noise that Hannibal Lecter makes in 'The Silence of the Lambs'. So he's probably not the best person to have around when a gruesome horror film has terrified you to the point where you can't sleep.

Maybe I should just turn out the lights and hug my sheep cushion whilst thinking about happy thoughts. Like unicorns. And Caravan. And castles made of books. And fields full of flowers, and tea, and groovy hats.

Yes, that's what I'll do.

My sheep cushion. He's called Derek and he was the last one in the shop. He's mucho comfy :)

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