Sometimes I think my paranoia could possibly cause me to go insane. Like right now, for instance. I'm sitting at my computer (which causes me to face away from my bedroom door) browsing through shoes online, when I hear a noise from outside my room. I turn, thinking it's Kate attempting to get into the front door I lock every time I catch myself at home alone. I wait for it....wait for it....nothing. No keys jangling and a door finally opening. Hmm. So as I continue browsing through the website (of course I'm too chicken to get out of my chair and inspect the source of the noise), I look over my shoulder out at the hallway every 15 seconds expecting to see an intruder looming menacingly in my doorway.

I do believe the source of this particular paranoia stems from the fact that I accidentally fell asleep last night without having first locked up the apartment for the evening. [I just heard the noise again.] So of course this morning when I woke up, I thought about checking the basement to make sure someone didn't happen to come into the apt while it was unlocked last night and is hanging out in some dark corner waiting to attack. In fact, I didn't check the basement because A) odds are that no one is in my basement, and 2) I was running late.

So there you have it. I am destined to live my life in paranoid fear of thieves and rapists and murderers (oh my) alike. That is, unless someone wants to buy me a taser for Christmas this year. I'm convinced I would feel much better about my personal safety if I was feasibly able to carry around a taser or a hunting knife with me at all times.