*bites nails...*

No more Empty Child or The Doctor Dances episodes right before bed when it's dark and my whole house is asleep and I'm abnormally creeped out because my house at night tends to do that to me.
Oh goodness.
If a kid with a British accent asks me if I'm his mummy, I'm going to scream and run.
I finished the Empty Child episode and lasted for all of ten minutes in The Doctor Dances...the part where the tape ran out and made that noise...
Couldn't do it.
I'm a chicken.
It wouldn't have been so bad if the place wasn't dark, if the thing didn't creep up on you, if it said other things...and the gask mask was rather creepy looking on top of it all.
Tomorrow morning. Well, this morning. I'll retry.
But.
NOT. At. Night.
Now this chicken is going to think happy thoughts and curl up under one fluffy comforter and be consumed by four pillows (two stay home, two were at school until recently) and NOT dream about British boys asking for their mummies.
Update on the cleaning front:
My carpet is tan colored. And my butterfly chair is most definitely purple. It's getting there, slowly but surely.