Found some awesome buys at Wal-Mart in the clearance movies today, and my sister was in a splurgy mood, so I now own Dawn of the Dead (the recent remake with Sara Polley) and Land of the Dead.

Which I watched, back to back.  In a big creaky house all by myself.

Well, not completely by myself.  Max kept me company.

Once again, shadows flickering at the corner of my vision leave me paranoid.  Walking by an open window or door with glass in it makes me nervous.  And I ain't going outside in the dark if you paid me.  That's right, it's my one phobia- zombies!

I know zombie movies will scare me.  I know that they'll make me into a seven year old girl walking through the house in the dark.  I know they'll keep me awake with every sound from outside the house and every creak within it.  I know that a fear of the animated living dead is irrational as can be.  But still I watch them, somehow usually alone at night.  Why?

Because they scare me.  And we must face our fears, right?

Now if you'll partdon me I'm going to go reckeck the locks on all the doors, climb under the covers, hug my dog very tightly and try to let my rational mind override my horror movie survival instincts :)