It's been an...exciting few weeks.
By exciting I mean "two pretty life changing events have occurred, and there's a real possibility that I'm scarred for life".
Last Sunday I was up late, and I look over to my second floor balcony...to see someone staring back at me.
Usually, having a big black man visit me in the middle of the night would be like Christmas for me, but considering I didn't know this guy, it didn't go over well.
I high tailed it into my bedroom, locked the deadbolt and called the cops, and he was detained after he jumped off my balcony.
Somehow he's still not in jail. Because god hates me.
Turns out he lives above me, and he climbed down his THIRD STORY BALCONY onto mine. Which isn't doing much for my being able to sleep at night. It sounds crazy, but all the sudden I just can't do anything anymore. I can't eat. I can't sleep. Even going to work is almost impossible. I assume that this will pass, but right now? Pretty rough stuff.
Which is totally magnified by the fact that I recently went to California and was introduced to Rock Band 3. Yes, I know Rock Band 3 has been out for awhile, but it's new to me so shut it.
I have been obsessed ever since. Which isn't the worst thing to happen, until you realize exactly how much Night Ranger that game requires. I've listened to that song roughly 904 times, and it's still stuck in my head. And what's worse? I'm starting to like it.
This is my nightmare.