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Real life once again intrudes on book world because some asshole tried to break into my apartment

You know when you wake up at 1:30 in the morning because you hear a noise, and you're usually like "Bah, whatever, house settling, etc"? But then sometimes you're like "Hmm. That was a very specific 'bang' sort of noise and my roommate isn't home"? Yeah, so that happened last night, and I went into the kitchen, where the lights were still blaring because I fell asleep with them on, and I heard another bang and must have decided 'fuck it' because I pulled up our shades and without being able to see anything, heard A PERSON DIRECTLY OUTSIDE MY WINDOW start to make what sounded like an apology, but in words I couldn't understand. I yelled "GET OUT" and immediately called the police. While I was on the phone with them, I saw his shadow hop the fence.

Which is how I had two members of the Chicago Police Department knocking on my door just before two in the morning last night. Two HANDSOME members of the Chicago Police Department, I'd like to add, who witnessed me in a tank top and flannel snowflake pants (you're welcome, officers). And they were lovely and polite and super-nice, and also had two guys checking out the back of the building, so the city of Chicago must have had zero else going on last night.


Then they left. And it was 2 AM. And there was no way I was going to be able to sleep.


For the past two months, I've been on-and-off dating an extremely wonderful person who lives in my building. Last weekend, she broke it off for good, and we hadn't spoken since. This sucked because I kept thinking of things I wanted to show her, then remembering 'Ah, right, we're not speaking.'


But last night she was online, so I texted her, telling her the situation, and she was awesome. She came down, hugged me, and asked if I wanted to watch X-Files in her apartment and yes. Yes, I did. And she proceeded to sit with me until NIGH ON 5 AM, while providing cats to snuggle, and not only let me watch X-Files, but also let me point out Mulder & Scully shippy bits that it's entirely likely she didn't care about.


I can't imagine another situation where that kind of reconciliation would occur between us. Meaning one that swift and total. Which. Y'know. Not to say that was God repairing a relationship, but fuck yeah that's what happened.


I don't know. Silver linings. Every situation has a sunny side. Etc. I'm really, really glad to have my friend back, and it was 100% worth some feelings of terror and a fairly sleepless night. And we're getting new barbed wire on the back fence, so that'll be cool. Small/large blessings, people. Today is great.

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