The Doorstep Diaries, Day 23

He's dead.

It makes so much sense now. Why he never talks at dinner. Why the kid's mom never thought it was creepy that he just sat there on the sofa. Fool me once M Night Shyamalan…

Totally unrealistic, of course. Still, good flick. Haven't heard good things about The Happening though. Something about man-killing grass…

If the dead wandered the earth like Bruce Willis, lord would I be in for it. Animated corpses, reanimated corpses. Ghosts. That's bad housekeeping, not to mention creepy. Hollywood always makes death look so gruesome. You notice that? Never a nice looking ghost, always a little decomposed. Boring, too. Never see ghosts playing cards or anything, always just haunting under beds or in closets. The amount of patience that would take.

Dear Diary, spent twelve hours hiding in child's closet today. Could barely tolerate the smell of his old sneakers in here. Maybe a mouse died. Worth it though. At 6:30 he opened it and got a 'tingly feeling' he told his mum about. Things looking up!

Hollywood. I'd write them if I thought it would make any difference.

"I see dead people." Ha! Not this kid. He sees movies. The first half of movies at least. Thank god he stuck it out this time.

Cottage cheese with pineapples today. Brutal.