Had a lovely and delicious pizza party with last night, and fell sound asleep after she left. But then at 4 AM, some guy knocked on our bedroom window. He was either drunk, drugged, or deranged — or a combination thereof. Anyway, two squad cars circled the block and the alley for the next 30-40 minutes, shining their spotlights alongside the house, but it didn’t seem like they came up with anything.

Needless to say, Karsten and I were both a little wound up, and we’re not feeling very well rested this morning.

I just sent a message to my coworkers to let them know I’m coming in, but I’m moving a little slowly this morning and will be in late.

Sheesh. Like I need something else to worry about.

Bit of a scare

4 thoughts on “Bit of a scare

  • August 31, 2005 at 8:36 am
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    Eek! That sounds really unpleasant.

    -J

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  • August 31, 2005 at 8:45 am
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    Oh man, I’m sorry. I had that happen once, myself. I was sleeping in the living room and I had the window cracked, and at the time my landlord was being slow about putting screens in my window, and all of a sudden some guy was yelling into my window. I got up and SLAMMEd the window shut (thank god his hands weren’t in it or anything, because I didn’t even think, I just shut it.) and then I called the cops – apparently they were already in my neighborhood because they’d had other complaints about this guy. So one of the officers came over and talked to me and the other one was still skulking about looking for this guy.

    Terrifying. I hope they caught him. And I hope you get better sleep tonight.

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  • August 31, 2005 at 6:00 pm
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    Holy fuck. Distressing and disturbing and not fun. I hope he’s out of the county by now.

    The portion of last night for which I was actually around was lovely. Many thanks to both of you (well, okay, to all eight of you, but especially to the household bipeds).

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  • September 4, 2005 at 12:30 pm
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