A bit frightened

OK, a certain occurence last night scared me so much it made being stalked by Mr Knife of Brixton/having a schizo wavecut my fringe/Christmas with my family seem cute.I am frightened enough not to want to talk about this (though it feels good to say 'I don't want to talk about it.')

Rock and roll tonight with lover and friends, BBQ and cocktails tomorrow, excellent chums all weekend. See you when I turn the lights back on, mon cher. Let's get the hell out of here.