2 a.m.

Yesterday was a weird day. All day long it just felt weird. There were anxious moments… I sat through a meeting discussing the upcoming uncertainties at work. There were depressing moments… I worked on a photograph of a friend’s grandfather, who is not doing well. There were awkward moments… conversations that didn’t quite flow (but have since been resolved). Fun moments… hanging out with some current housemates as well as housemate alumni. And, then there were frightening moments…

Here’s the gist: Last night, at 2 a.m., some random stranger entered my apartment, climbed the stairs, and attempted to invade the bedrooms (and occupy the beds… much to the surprise of those bed’s current occupants) on the second floor. My quick-thinking housemate, took charge of the situation and promptly ejected this dude from our apartment. No one was harmed. Nothing was stolen. I, living on third floor, basically slept through the entire incident.

That shit is fucked up. I don’t really know how else to put it.

The most important thing here is that my second floor peeps seem to be ok, albeit slightly shaken up.

Anyway… I’ve been on the internet all morning trying to find a place where I can order an ED-209 to patrol the downstairs while we sleep. That mofo is brutal. It nearly destroyed RoboCop. If only it could walk down stairs…