Fell asleep in my clothes again. Woke up to find my hair back to its full raven luster again. (Clairol's "Easy to Use While You Snooze" Root Touch-Up does it again!)
Starting not to understand my own logic with the psychic stuff—if I do believe in spirits and mediums, wouldn't it follow that I should feel something ominous? Is it my mom, still lingering in the apartment? Is it my framed print of the Ninth Gate? Is it my two-in-one fire blanket and comforter?
Oh well. Have a long day of shutting out my loved ones ahead, better get started.