The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I have now called the police to come out to my house twice tonight. Each time, as soon as I turned the lights off in the house and headed to bed, I started hearing house creak noises and floor creak noises. Lots of them - more than can be accounted for under normal conditions. The second time I heard what was quite distinctly tape being pulled off a roll.

Neither time did they find anything, but I'm making Erik come home anyway. I'm entirely too disturbed by this. Legacy of being in a broken-into house one too many times in my childhood, I'm afraid.

I can't STAND being afraid like this, and I can't STAND that I called Erik to come home early because of it. I was tired, but I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.

I'm about a hundred pages from the end of Ring of Swords, and I'm failing to see anything either funny or Jane Austen-like about the book. It's very good book, don't get me wrong, but war and genocide don't seem to fall into either category.

Also, Heat Guy J took a turn for the interesting at the end of disc 4. Very, very interesting. It's a damn good thing that disc 5 comes out soon or there would be some bitterness. I'm kind of surprised at how much I'm enjoying it - much more than I had anticipated. Recommended.