my hands and my stomach are still shaking. about 10 minutes ago i was rudely awakened by a pounding on my door.

of course when i first heard it, i thought i was dreaming. who on earth would be pounding on my door at 5 in the morning? but then i head the pounding again and this time it was louder.

so i jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes, all the while the mystery pounder kept at my door.

i stumbled out into the entryway and looked out the peephole. there was nobody there. but then i heard more pounding– this time on another door.

i popped my head out the door and two apartments down there was a woman pounding on another apartment door.

“do you need something?” i asked.
“do you know which room the ryans are in?” she asked from the down the hall.
“no,” i said as she came near me.

as she drew nearer i recognized her as the woman i had run into in the entryway on my way in after work. she had two black eyes and a silver forehead– i don’t know if it was makeup or what. but both her eyes were black, kind of like a raccoon. it looked kind of oily so i’m thinking it was some sort of weird makeup. and like i said her forehead was silver, so i’m not sure what was going on with her face.

“do you know josie and her daughter?” she asked as she stood in front of me.
“no,” i said.
“well her daughter’s boyfriend has my coat and shoes,” she said.
“oh,” i said.
“well you at least got a beer?”
“no.”

then i went into my apartment and shut the door.

what in the hell kind of drugs was that woman on? who goes pounding on all the doors in an apartment building at 5 in the fucking morning?

and of course, now i can’t get my heart to slow down, nor can i get my adrenaline to cool it. so it looks like i’m up for the day.