The laundry room in the basement of my building is like something out of a horror movie. I just went down there. There's a single flickering flourescent light, spiders everywhere, and a bunch of doors and tunnel-like hallways leading who-knows-where. It was so quiet down there and as I was loading my clothes into the washer I kept thinking about hockey-masked psychos or some other shady characters sneaking up behind me. Unfortunately I have to make two more trips down there tonight - one to put my clothes in the dryer and one to bring them up when they're done. By that time it will be getting dark outside and... yeah, maybe I just have a good imagination.

I'm serious about the tunnel-like hallways though. I don't know where they lead but I feel as though I could follow them through some mysterious secret passageways and find myself suddently transported and looking for hidden treasure in the basement of a creepy old mansion, or a pyramid protected by an ancient curse, or a sunken pirate ship. And you know, I would follow them to see where they lead and to have a good old fashioned adventure if it weren't for all the spiders. Spiders scare me more than a great deal of things, including mysterious passageways.  ¶ 8:04 PM