Well, it is his house too still.

Honestly, she needs to get out. It's just going to get worse. When I broke up with psycho Ex, I intended to stay in our place and he moved out. He kept showing up and scaring the living shit out of me, so I ended up taking my stuff and staying at a friend's house. The apartment sat empty until the end of the month. I felt like a sitting duck in there. I'm creeped just thinking about it.

DJ, your friend needs to sever ties and live somewhere he doesn't know about. That guy is scary.

Really. And she should really look into taking some kind of hardcore self defense (if she hasn't already). (I looked to see if there was an Impact branch in the area, that's what I took, but the only Texas one listed is in houston.)

(One of my dreams last night involved you and me getting ready to go out dancing. It made me happy.)

This also makes me happy! You should come down tomorrow so we could get dressed up and go to the masquerade together!

DJ, ugh. I'm so sorry for L.

I wish she would just get out of the house.

Her arguments are 1) The animals. A chihuahua, a greyhound and 3 cats. 2) It's a house. She's hoping to sell, and she's afraid that if she left it, he would wreck it to hobble her financially.

Even if he doesn't get in and do something to her, he's terrorizing the shit out of her.

Can I email somebody this and y'all tell me what to do? She's laid out and documented since the serious crazy started- by which I mean she didn't include the night after she said she wanted to be separated, but before he moved out that he took her cell, her keys, wouldn't let her leave and wouldn't let her sleep, and said he would shoot her grandfather.

No, no. This is just since the actual crazy started.

Ok. Done now. Will backchannel if anyone wants. But I'm getting it out of here.

Now let us speak of happy couples! ND and Kristin! MM and Aimee! Pete and Jilli and all the rest! And 'lo their craxy free interactions shall comfort me!

And 'lo their craxy free interactions shall comfort me!

Craxy free? Have you *met* us?

That's zany craxy! Not don't get a pet rabbit craxy!

Don't give my wife pet ideas.

In a gratuitous "Awww..." moment, Em and I were just now sitting on the couch. Emeline looked up at me and said "Wha's wong, Daddy?"

I said. "Nothing. I kinda want your Mom to come home."

And she snuggled close and said "I wan' my Mommy, too."

And I died.

DJ, my one piece of advice is that your friend contact a women's shelter and explain what is going on. The shelter may have resources to help her deal with this and not have to leave her house.

And 'lo their craxy free interactions shall comfort me!

I was going to ask the obvious question, but MM beat me to it.

IO("A"-word)N: Pete, after dropping me off at the office (an hour and a half later than I should have been here, oops), went to Whole Foods and brought me back coffee and salad and mac&cheese. Now to keep my fingers crossed that the coffee kick-starts my brain.

Well, my iPod must be celebrating juliana's birthday. It is on full random and I just had three Corb Lund songs in a row...finishing with Time to Switch to Whiskey. Ooops, spoke too soon, here comes another after a one song break...Hair in my Eyes...