Donkeys and cannibals and nightmares and dying people.

Know what's worse than getting your picture taken with wet hair and looking like you haven't showered in four weeks? Bumping into a pregnant donkey outside your front door. Know what's even worse? Crying all night over a dead stranger. Because, well, I saw black water touched by death. I saw footprints and the shape of a human body in the pool.
And thanks to the news, I dreamt of lose cannibals in Lahore hunting me in those two hours when I actually slept. Hm, cannibals. Still sounds too Texas-chainsaw-massacre-ish, no? Yeah, trust me, vampires are next. But that's all okay. If killing other people has been socially accepted then why not eating people, too. There's not much difference anyway.