I wouldn't think so, no. I would have freaked out if I were you.

EEEEeeeeekK! to vw and hooray for Emily's bravery. I'm glad it was just clueless people and not, well, clueful people with harmful intent.

Jilli, I dearly love Thornyhold. It's Stewart, but it makes me think of the way she wrote about Merlin in The Last Enchantment... The power is spent and slipped away, but the first magic, the fire magic, is still there. Thornyhold lacks the energy and power of her earlier stuff, but the magic is still there.

Aw, poor Deena's day. But Kara's listening to the corn dog has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard--especially since I can picture her and hear her voice.

I've not ventured in to tell vw what a great thing it is she made it through the semester. Or that Stephanie's finished her classes and worked out a study plan for the bar.

I hope JZ gets home soon, safe, and sound.

And with that, I'm gonna try this new sleeping thing people are talking about.

Home. Tired, but not tired enough. About to pop some melatonin as the Ambien is all et up.

Having now put in some 20+ hours working for the circus, I must encourage every Bitch to run out and rack up some parking tickets in San Francisco. This is the best ticket-paying gig EVAH.

Ok, now I'm creeped out by the shadows outside my bedroom window.

Sorry, Eddie! Didn't mean to freak anyone out. Of course, I'm so freaked out, I can't go back into my bedroom. I just took some more sleeping meds, so hopefully I'll be able to at least dose out here on the couch.

I'm actually doing schoolwork. Go figure.

Wow. This time last year, I was in Oakland. Nightwing 93 had just come out, I'd scored a great wine-red formal a couple of days before, and had spent the night before somewhere around Eugene, OR in a room with a two-person jacuzzi tub after a long drive down from Seattle.

Later in the day, after a night's sleep and a day on the town, hitting all the spots that Hec, Phil, and WKFA hit last week, I put on that wine-red dress and a lovely tiara, and headed to the Church of the Guy with a T-Square, where, in the company of many of you, I saw the most beautiful bride in the world (they all are, on their day, but this one was especially radiant) walk down the aisle to take the swankiest groom (groom swank may vary) in the world to be her wedded husband.

Later, at Fancy Art Place, there was cake and monkeypants and the Green Lantern oath, and JZ introduced everyone to the boy with the world's prettiest penis, whom we'd all heard so much about, and then we danced the Snoopy Dance with Robins in our bosoms.

Hard to believe that was a year ago, even with all the changes in so many lives.

It feels like yesterday.

Congratulations, Hec and JZ, on the first year. May you have many more celebrations to come.

WAY freaky. A little too much excitement in your life, I think.

Now go to sleep!

(tucks in all the Bitches, makes sure toes are covered and pillows are plumped)

I'm Buff Diving to make myself sleepy. It's making me laugh instead.

I'm back up. That was no where near a full night of sleep, but at least I got a few hours on the couch. I just couldn't go back in my room while it was still dark. I may try to now that it's light out.

Looking back on the night, I feel really badly that I called the cops on my neighbor. But, damn! What did he think he was doing? He knows that's where a bedroom is, because their apartment is laid out exactly the same.

At any rate, too much excitment for one night.

vw, I think you are totally justified. You aren't supposed to check the identity of the person right outside your bedroom in the middle of the night. Honestly, the guy is lucky he didn't get shot or hit with a baseball bat, because I think both of those are semi-foreseeable outcomes of being where he was at 2am.

I know you mentioned hanging a sign, but did he say why he had to do it in the middle of the night. At a minimum, he should have let you know what he was doing before being in your space like that.