Remind me not to scare myself silly anymore....

So, last night, I'm up at about 1:30, about ready to go to sleep, when there's a weird sound from behind me in my living room. I swear to god, it sounded like the screen door opened and closed. I'm pretty sure now that it was simply my hat sliding off the doorknob I had it on and onto the floor. I walked around the apartment for almost 20 minutes with a hammer in hand, searching every corner for anything and everything, trying to find if there was anything in the apartment... there wasn't. Still, I was wired and freaked out enough to be up for the next three hours, unable to sleep. I was skittish and slept like crap.

All is well in the house of Cliff now, though. The place is mostly clean, the hallway is open, the desk is built, the lamps are up.... This place is finally starting to feel like home...