Oh, shoot, I’m sorry, did you want to have a nice weekend? One WITHOUT visions of demonic dolls with human necks growing out of their scalps? Are you not excited to be afraid you’ll make too much eye contact with the shirt and awaken a centuries-old evil that will come to your home, and wake you up in the night by whispering a slow, emo piano version of “Every Breath You Take” in your ear? Whoops. I misjudged.