Short and Shocking

Evan this is all your fault. As I sit here to write all I can think about is the damn Slender Man. And now that I've let the cat out of the bag everyone who reads this post is going to go google him.

So apparently this Slender Man is a fabricated urban legend with a series of extremely creepy youtube videos attached. It catches you in a Blair Witch-esque horrific fascination. I stopped myself from watching beyond video 5. See if you all can do the same. I really don't need to be freaked out thinking there's a skinny guy in a suit watching me as I sleep in my dark little box of a bedroom.

I could write about my Chusok weekend. There was a big, open, sun-filled museum; a family dinner with an amazing group of people; a day where I couldn't get off the couch until 6pm because I was crying so hard; and, of course, the night I returned home, shaking and hyperventilating at 8am after a police investigation and a hospital visit. This is chronologically backwards, mind you. And in the past. And everyone is fine.

Well, I should go. A day of shopping has been planned, but a morning of talking to my boy has pushed that way, way back. And I have to go back to work tomorrow. And and and and...