In our house made of paper

There was a spider in my bathroom. A GIANT ASS SPIDER AND I DO NOT APPROVE. I DO NOT APPROVE AT ALL.

Seriously I have never seen a bigger spider in person. It was like the spider that ate all the other spiders. And now, now I will never sleep again. Because all I can think about is what if it has friends? What if there are more? What if it fights its way up the toliet and seeks revenge as a zombie spider? And I keep picturing it and its giant body and I can just never sleep again.

That or I must move.




I don't like spiders. I especially don't like giant ass spiders that lurk beside you and you don't even notice at first and then suddenly they are the only thing you know in the world because they're giant and not the appropriate spider size and there's a possiblity there's like spider's falling in vats of nuclear waste or something around here.

So at like 7:30 tonight, I was dead tired. Like crazy tired. Even fell asleep for like twenty minutes, which was weird.

But now that its 1:00, and you know, past proper time to go to bed for a normal day, I'm wide awake. Super wide awake. Like lie down and your eyes spring open awake.  And working on a fic that'll probably never actualy write but I can't get out of my head, so I'm making notes anyways.Because, I figure I'm awake anyways.
 
Someone explain to my brain that this is not the proper way to do things. One in the morning is time for sleeping, not thinking.