Someone's Watching Me

I have a sneaky suspicion that someone is wathing me.
Someone is reading this post, yet leaving no sign, hint, or track
of her/his passing . . .

Like a shadow luming over me, I feel this person's presence,
this person's dread and despair. The foul breath of terror . . .


Ok, so I would never ever write horror. Get over it. I have way too many appetizers on my dish as it is. Since this is Tuesday, and lists are quick, easy, and readily accessible, here goes:

1. I never allow students to use lists in their writing; in fact, lists are taboo where I come from.
2. I think someone is watching me.
3. I woke up at 6:00am to prepare the final for WS100, and blogged instead.
4. I can't remember my name this early in the morning.
5. I hope this list isn't too long.
6. All of my items on this list so far, with the exception of this item, have begun with "I"--am I really that narcissistic? which comes first the "s"s or "c"s?
7. My partner refuses to get out of bed. My partner is threatening to quit work today. If this senerio should come about, we will starve. No pressure.
8. No one is laughing. I am serious. So, good.

This I mean to blog:

a. I am in need of a tenus shot. Last one, December 1990.
b. I think someone is watching me.
c. I bought a lavendar silk top. I am scared to wear lavendar. It is the bad color.
d. All of the clues match up. This time I am sure.
e. The final! Must write the final!

Flatline.