Well yesterday was a bad day. Why? Well, ever had your house broken into? Or ever experienced someone trying to break in? If not, it’s.. very scary, to say the least.
I was sitting at my computer, making cheese before I headed to bed in Wurm. Some guy knocks on the door, and rings the doorbell, and keeps doing it.. after four or so times of him ringing the doorbell, I got up, and creeped over to the peephole, and some guy I’d never seen before.. was shuffling through our mail. Wtfwhy. Oh well, watch him go down to the garage and knock, and I figure he was just some guy who wanted to talk to us about something. Well, I wish I would’ve said something through the door…
So I went back to my computer, and started getting off Wurm.. Checked what the first book in The Cat Who… series, and turned my monitors off. Got up, headed over to the couch, and right as I stopped, and put my hands on the scratching post, looking into my mom’s room…. Glass shattering. And my mom got up, ran out screaming “OH MY GOD!!” and when we were both looking in there, he threw the pine cone. I ran over to our alarm pad, and pressed the GET THE POLICE HERE NOW!!!!! button, AKA the bunker siren activator.. My mom runs into her room, grabs her cell phone and lounge pants, puts them on, then calls 911. Few minutes later, I’m talking with the operator trying to describe the man. Few hours later, I’m sitting on the couch, as the guy fixing the broken window is removing all the broken glass, reading Fried Green Tomatoes At The Whistle Stop Cafe.. Few more hours later, I fall asleep. Then I wake up, and help my mom go to bed. (She’s still a bit shaken, I’m mostly fine now, since I got a good night’s sleep.) and head over to my computer, cat in lap, typing this.
My thoughts of humanity degrade further.