and at this point, i'm just speechless.
this entry should probably be entitled 'why i shouldn't have days off from work', but that would imply that everything that just went down was my fault and entirely due to not keeping myself busy. which is not entirely the case.
all i can say for now is that i'm amazed that a night which starts out with finding chunks of broken glass in your dinner can degenerate so much further.
oh, and don't invite psychotic kleptomaniacs who are 'right with god' into your home, (granted, you probably won't know ahead of time) because it will end badly.
that is all for now. at some point i will have a real story about this but right now it isn't funny.
well, not that funny.
all i can say for now is that i'm amazed that a night which starts out with finding chunks of broken glass in your dinner can degenerate so much further.
oh, and don't invite psychotic kleptomaniacs who are 'right with god' into your home, (granted, you probably won't know ahead of time) because it will end badly.
that is all for now. at some point i will have a real story about this but right now it isn't funny.
well, not that funny.