it's only 9pm and i have watched the unrated version of "the strangers".
now i'm watching ranger hockey in the delusional hope that somehow i'll forget the movie.
but i won't.
it was bad—in a meet expectations way.
i expected to get scared, and it accomplished that.
as a matter of intruder anticipation, i already placed a call to 911.
the police should be arriving soon.
all in all, it should be an interesting night home alone, because i'm not willing to get all stabbed up by complete strangers without the police at my side.
i'll explain all this to keaton upon her return monday.