Remember the doll I brought home the other night? My bestest friend from Texas is in town and spent the night on my couch last night. I had turned on the heater so that she would be warm, and thought it would be a good idea to move the doll away from the vent to the other side of the room so that her hair wouldn't melt. I went about my going-to-bed routine and came back out into the living room to help put the sheets and blankets on the futon, and found the doll in the dining room. I looked at my friend in confusion, and she said that having the doll where I had put her freaked her out, like the doll was watching her. Since she could still see the doll from the couch, she went over and moved her again ... behind the dining room table, in a corner by the bookcase.

Yeah, that doll's going to find herself a permanent spot in the closet real darn soon.