errgh.
okay well wow weird. i just had a drunk stranger sitting in my living room. i think he was hitting on me. fortunately, he was too drunk to move. unfortunately, that means he was too drunk to leave. so, my friends convinced me to call 911.
i can't believe i'm writing about this, and on diaryland of all things! i feel sick with worrying that he's going to come back in the middle of the night and break my window and do something horrible.
but he seemed like he just needed to talk.
i can't believe i'm writing about this! it's almost 3 and i have to be at work at 8:30. i need to go to bed.