Gosh

Gosh. Wow. Really? I haven't posted here in over three weeks? Wow.

That must be a record, even for me...

I guess you're assuming that either my life has been so fun-filled that I haven't had time to post, what with all those dates with Johnny Depp and trips to Aruba and the like, or that I've been so depressed that I've finally pulled the trigger or started mainlining vodka.

Well, truth be told, neither of those is true. Not even remotely, actually (especially the Johnny Depp/Aruba part).

In reality, I couldn't really tell you exactly what's been going on. I seem to have been pretty busy, but (unsurprisingly) don't have a great deal to show for it. I feel like I've worked my arse off, but can't seem to find much evidence of that either. And I certainly haven't done anything in the way of cleaning or tidying.

It's a bit of a mystery, actually.

Talking of which (nice segue there, did you notice?)...

I stupidly sat up late last night (nothing unusual in that... I'm rarely in bed before 2 am), pretty much glued to the sofa, watching a pretty crappy mystery-whodunnit film, "Mindhunters". Holy shit was that a mistake!

Yes, the film is (deeply) flawed; it's predictable and unbelievable. The characters aren't particularly engaging and the "surprise" ending really isn't much of a surprise. The parallels with Agatha Christie's "10 little Indians" are obvious, but the film doesn't (unlike Christie) "go all the way".

But that doesn't stop it from being utterly terrifying. Sitting there, alone on the sofa (apart from the cat, but what help would he be if a demented killer burst into my home?), I was transfixed, unable to just get up and turn it off. I knew I'd have trouble sleeping, but I just couldn't stop watching.

It's a total anxiety and stress fest, pretty much entirely filmed in the dark. Unspeakable things happen to certain characters. The "whodunnit" part isn't particularly difficult to figure out, but even so. The hows and whens and whys keep you on your toes.

I eventually managed to get to bed (after double-checking the front door) and almost slept with the light on. Maybe I should have, because I ended up jittery and restless, tossing and turning, freaked out by scary dreams. For probably the first time ever, I was actually glad when my alarm clock rang.

I've never been a fan of horror films, and didn't think this film was going to be so scary. Actually, I didn't realise it was film at all. I thought - from the title given here ("Profession profiler") I thought it was going to be a police procedural TV show, like CSI or something. If I'd known that it was a film (and if I'd read the synopsis) I wouldn't have watched it at all.

And now, I can't un-see it. I'm going to have to watch something very light and fluffy and mindless this evening - a musical, no doubt - to try and get the horror out of my mind before I go to bed.

There are so many ways in which being single sucks. And not having someone there to give moral support when you watch a crappy, scary film late at night is now another one to add to the list...