Sorry for the late post today dearies. I wish I had a really good story about why this post is late, like I was taming lions or learning how to freeze time, but if anything the story is lame and embarrassing, which means, of course, I’m going to share it with you.
Last night, I had dinner with my darling and ever so spectacular friend Mary. And at this lovely dinner Mary told me a story. She told me a story about a girl who doesn’t live all that far away from me in Austin who was murdered on New Year’s Eve in her home. The story was very sad and very scary especially since it seemed the girl has taken every precaution to be safe that night. And they have no idea who could have done it and they think the same person who murdered her also attacked another woman that night. Also, the girl who was murdered was my age and lived alone. I’m my age and live alone too, so the story hit a little close to home. Later, after I dropped Mary off and was returning to my home- alone- I felt a little creeped out, so I grabbed my purse out of my car and practically ran up the three flights of stairs to get to my apartment. Once there, I locked the doors, checked that I locked the doors about 5 times, and then pulled out my trusty baseball bat, just in case. Then, I got ready for bed and was mentally writing my blog post for today when I realized that in my haste to lock myself in my apartment, I had left my laptop in the trunk of my car. I was faced with a dilemma, dear readers, I could either face the scary murderer I was sure was lurking around my gated apartment community and retrieve my laptop, or I could stay safely locked in my apartment with my baseball bat close by and write a blog later.
So, I guess you know which I chose. My overactive imagination (or, you know, paranoia) got the better of me. Please don’t think the worse of me for it. I mean, if I had gotten murdered I wouldn’t be able to blog again ever, so really, I was thinking of you.