I love how the day after I make the comment to Steph that I have nothing interesting in my "real" life to blog about (explaining my desire to write about movies, tv shows, and general fandom instead), my house/room almost gets broken into while I am sleeping in it.
Swear to God, I wake up at 2:30 A.M. last night and some unsavory character is halfway through my window until he notices that I am awake. My first thought was to reach for my glasses, all the better to see the swiftly disappearing sense of gemutlichkeit in my home of almost a year. He ran away as soon as he noticed the room was not empty (or so I assume). This did not comfort me much. I stayed up the rest of the night talking to various kind souls on the phone and wondering if I would ever sleep in Dorchester again. That question remains unanswered.
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