Fear.

Last night I watched Paranormal Activity. It did not help that the main protagonist was named "Micah" and that the fake name that I use (i.e. whip it out when Transperth catches me without my ticket, buying something from Gloria Jeans) is "Katy" and the main girl protagonist was named, well, what do you know?! KATIE.
I shat bricks.
You could literally hear them, falling to the ground with enthusiastic thuds every time the movie climaxed to a scary moment, and the music made my heart shrivel in utmost fear and doom.
Due to the absolute tear-jerking horror of this movie, I slept like a nocturnal animal.
O__________________________________O ......(3am)
Yeah, it didn't help that I argued before I went to bed. My head was not a good place to be in at the time. One minute I'd become extremely afraid of my own feet, and the next I'd be rolling around wrestlessly, juggling stupid thoughts in my head and wanting to break free of my own skin. But alas, I just fell into a crappy sleep, woke up at 7.45am, got dressed and went to work, where I was overpowered with misogynistic comments. This also did not help my mood.
I am currently munching on a choc-chip cookie from work and listening to my stomach gurgle in delight in order to try and cheer myself up. It seems my stomach is the only part of me getting the enjoyment.