I Feel Dead People

Listen, when I've had some sleep and can think clearly, I shall post details about one of the most amazing experiences of my life, along with pictures. It may be a couple of days yet, may be tomorrow, depending. I'm waiting on some pics that were taken by my friend, Maria, as well as one that was taken by a fellow ghost-hunter dude whose name I do not know, but was kind enough to promise that he'd e-mail a great shot he'd taken of me with my leetle ghostie friend in the electroshock therapy room...Am I babbling? Probably. I got home around 5:30 a.m. and just decided to stay up.

I may never sleep again.

ADDENDUM: Ah, my prediction of not sleeping has come to pass...Freaking, frigging insomnia...Still waiting on pictures from the ghost hunt (oh, please, Mr. Hasidic Jew Guy Whose Name I Do Not Know, have a heart and keep your promise), but I did review the ones I took on my rappity-crap piece of crap digital camera...Sort of. Still have to download them on my husband's computer, or I might just put the software on my computer, which makes more sense, really. Of course, in my home, nothing should ever make sense.

I know for a fact I captured at least two orbs, which isn't exactly mind-blowing evidence, I realize, but damned if I can tell where they are on that camera of crap.

Hey, did I mention I feel like hell?

I want to growl obscenities in someone's ear.