I just woke up with heart pounding fear that monsters were in my apartment and I was too scared to turn on the light or move because they would come and kill me. That lasted about — I dunno, thirty minutes?? I am fifty-eight fucking years old and I am damned exhausted tonight and also coming down with something and I so needed sleep. Too much incessant discussion of ghouls and scary stuffs — enough already! Even the gummy bears are scary tonight. And the real humans roaming Manhattan were scary too — it was a lot of horn honking and screaming until I did fall asleep at around 2:30, only to be woken by monsters at 4.