Perchance to dream

So there I am last night, cocooned in my blankets, starting to drift off into sweet, sweet slumber when someone knocks on my door. I ignore it, because it's 2 a.m. and have no idea who it might be. The knocking becomes more forceful, and eventually turns into body checking. At this point I'm starting to have a panic attack, and while my brain is telling my body to get up and lock the bedroom door, my body is telling my brain to fuck off. It's been awhile since I've had a panic attack, but the incident took me back to the height of the stalker frenzy last October/November.

Then I hear the guy knock on Dio's door across the hall, and him telling her that he couldn't get into his room, 2086. She must have told him that the room he was trying to get into was 3086 and that he wanted to be a floor down.

Then he turned around and knocked on my door again, and calling "I'm sorry!" multiple times before finally leaving.

Once that fiasco was done, and I calmed down, I was able to get to sleep.

So today I have to study for my Interlibrary Loans midterm tomorrow, which I had conveniently forgotten about until this afternoon. Then April's going to come over for dinner, which consists of her leftover Valentine's Chinese food feast. This sort of bothers me...it feels like being a kid, and your parents promise they'll bring you something back from a party they're attending. I tried to tell April that I didn't really want any, but she wouldn't hear of it.