Thank you Mr Stross
Jul. 15th, 2010 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylI sleep well. I sleep the sleep of the just. I am level-headed. Logical. Unflappable. Good in a crisis. Unafraid of things that go bump in the night. But early this morning, I found myself beset by the strangest attack of the horrors.
Woken unexpectedly, I found myself convinced that there was a Nameless Horror in the living room. After a few minutes, I was able to gain enough control on my paranoia to make it to the bathroom. But, once there, my fears multiplied again leaving me all but paralysed by indecisiveness. Eventually reason won out and I was able to persuade myself back to bed. But I didn't make it back without switching on all the lights to check and checking all the corners for eldritch terrors.
All very uncharacteristic. I blame Charlie Stross. I'd rather unwisely started reading The Fuller Memorandum just before bed and something obviously took up residence in my cranium. Something squamous and rugose and with an enthusiasm for non-Euclidian geometry.
Tonight I'm taking no chances. I'm going to be sleeping with my copy of Practical Combat Epistemology, a violin close to hand, just in case a possessed Uncle Fester lookalike should really happen to drop by around the turn of midnight...
Woken unexpectedly, I found myself convinced that there was a Nameless Horror in the living room. After a few minutes, I was able to gain enough control on my paranoia to make it to the bathroom. But, once there, my fears multiplied again leaving me all but paralysed by indecisiveness. Eventually reason won out and I was able to persuade myself back to bed. But I didn't make it back without switching on all the lights to check and checking all the corners for eldritch terrors.
All very uncharacteristic. I blame Charlie Stross. I'd rather unwisely started reading The Fuller Memorandum just before bed and something obviously took up residence in my cranium. Something squamous and rugose and with an enthusiasm for non-Euclidian geometry.
Tonight I'm taking no chances. I'm going to be sleeping with my copy of Practical Combat Epistemology, a violin close to hand, just in case a possessed Uncle Fester lookalike should really happen to drop by around the turn of midnight...
