Restless

I feel like I am in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Its a terrible, boring episode. I have been lying awake in bed since about 4:45 am, after managing a slight 2 and a half hours of sleep. This doesn't really make sense seeing as how last night I was more tired than I remember being in a long time. It's a weird thing when your body aches in every single way from being worn out and lacking rejuvenation, yet your mind can't stop racing with every single thought fighting it's way into consciousness as if it needs immediate address.

Outside I heard the unmistakable, disheartening sound of cat crying. With this, I decided to get out of bed to make sure there weren't any cat/human killers lurking around. Just one of those feelings you know. As i walked towards the window, I nearly peed in my pants when the early morning quiet was suddenly disrupted by the cat screaming. I was afraid I was experiencing an animal sixth sense situation and that if I looked out the window I would have seen a zombie. I mustered up the courage to slightly peek out (being absolutely quiet in case something was there) and a disheveled black cat was outside the window- staring at me. We stared at each other for what felt like 10 minutes and, out of respect for the dead (or undead-which this ghost cat obviously was) I slowly closed the blind and walked away.

Now here I am, absolutely terrified- to be frank. I'm feeling 2 parts scared, 3 parts surreal, and 5 parts physically pained but mentally together. That being said, for all of those who live in Worcester: I'm glad you have been able to sleep through it (which I'm judging by the sheer silence outside), but there is a demonic feline outbreak currently entailing (pun intended) that I think you should all be made aware of.

I guess now is a good of time as ever to watch Helvetica. Maybe I'll make my roommates breakfast.