So I just got back from a night of blues dancing. My apartment feels like its 85/90F. I decide its 1am and I'll jump into my summer night attire (I'm not running around in my G's but I'm still not fit to be seen in mixed company. FYI...). I jump onto my laptop to check some things when I hear a strange shuffling outside.
I pause... I feel suddenly a little self conscious. I'm still frozen like a deer in headlights but after a moment longer, I begin to breath again and continue typing.
GAH!! There it is again. I grab a blanket (even though its a furnace in here) and creep the balcony. There is nothing but a flimsy screen separating me from a potential killer... or rapist... or creep....
I glance down. Turns out my roommate decided to camp out on the balcony. I don't blame her. I might consider doing it myself if it wasn't already occupied.
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