Great start to the week...

Well, I'm wide awake now! As I write this it's 1:20 a.m. I certainly had no intention of being awake at this hour, but circumstances have made that decision for me.

Went to bed shortly after midnight, and had just begun to doze off when I was jolted upright by the sound of someone trying to open my front door. The noise was loud enough that it had traveled through the living room, down the hall, and through my closed bedroom door. Not to mention the sleep-induced fog in my brain. That's pretty loud.

I turned on the bedside lamp and went out into the living room to the front door. By now whoever was on the other side was turning the door knob and pushing hard against the door. I peered through the peephole, and sure enough...there's a guy out there alone, muttering drunkenly, ramming his shoulder against my door.

At first I thought about opening the door and confronting him. Two things stopped me. First I was wearing what I normally wear to bed: nothing. Of course had I opened the door that way it might have been enough to scare him off. Second, you never know what you might come up against when you confront someone who is obviously trashed. Could he turn violent? Does he have a gun? Not worth the chance.

I shouted through the door that I was going to call the police, but he didn't seem to hear that. So I pounded loudly on my side of the door with my fists to get his attention, and then repeated myself. That seemed to get his attention, but didn't sink in, apparently. He renewed his efforts to get the door open.

By now I'd had enough, so walked over to get the phone off the charger. At about that time, the noise stopped, and I heard stumbling footsteps going down the stairs. I'm not sure if he made it all the way down or fell and broke his neck. I guess I'll find out in the morning if I have to step over a cold, lifeless body.

Meanwhile, I'm WIDE awake now. Thanks alot, PAL!

- Jaydog