I’m on day three of Not Smoking.

I’m curious who’s looking at this, besides me. My stats page tells me that people are (which genuinely, consistently surprises me), but it usually doesn’t say who. Are we tight pals from way back? Make yourselves known, if you like.

Not speaking of ghosts so much, I saw 28 Weeks Later last night. That shit? Stresses me the fuck out. I can handle the speedy zombies, but the eye-gouging? The zombie who stalks his children until one of them kills him? (And don’t anyone complain about me spoiling shit, ’cause y’all knew it was coming anyway). The projectile vomiting of blood? The eye-gouging? Fuck, y’all. I’m apparently my mother now, because I’d rather just watch The Devil Wears Prada and eat ice cream and look at pictures of little doggies in argyle sweaters and squeal with delight.

Last night someone who was at the house said we have a ghost downstairs, and one of the people I live with was like, “Oh, yeah.” Like, tell me something I don’t know.

Now, my official stance on ghosts is, of course, that they do not exist. But I am fairly terrified of being presented with evidence to the contrary, and I was up a little later than I would have liked to be, planning how I would handle an encounter with our ghost (which, of course, does not exist).

How do you handle an encounter with a ghost? And if we so obviously have one, why have I not already encountered it?