So, this is Heather, after two nights of about five hours of sleep. I don't even want to celebrate New Year's tonight. I want to go to bed.
It all started Sunday I guess. Got to the airport two hours before my flight. It take about an hour and fifteen to an hour and a half to get to the airport mind you.
After sitting there until after my flight was supposed to have taken off, the finally admit it's going to be over an hour late and I'll miss my connection in Philadelphia, which is the last flight to New Orleans.
So, I get my checked bag back from downstairs, wait outside for my parents to come pick me back up, drive back home. Get there at six. Five and a half hours after we left earlier that day. I spent five and a half hours going absolutely no where.
Monday I'm scheduled for the exact same flight schedule. After a restless sleep, I actually make it to New Orleans, this time 8 1/2 hours later. At which time I take a cab to Claire's house and join the Birthday Party for 3 hours.
At 11:30 p.m. I finally get home for the first time and find the street blocked by about 5 or 6 cop cars.
There are about 7-8 cops standing outside my building and the front door has been kicked in.
They won't tell me what happened but insist it's safe to go up. Which I have major problems doing being tired, so one of the Officers carries my big heavy bag up for me, which was nice.
As I walk by my next door neighbors apartment,  see one of the guys being put in hand cuffs by about 4 cops. There is glass everywhere.
So, the commotion continues until about 1:30 am, me locked in my apartment listening to the police radios and screen door slamming open and closed. Then, I finally get to sleep for 5 hours.
When I get home the next day, as I'm stepping out of my car, my neighbor Will from the building across from mine walks out to talk to me. Apparently he called the cops, and I FINALLY get the story. He's a wreck. The guys saw him so he's worried they'll come back... but anyway, two "soprano looking" guys kicked the door down outside, Will saw them on my balcony breaking into the neighbors apartment. One of them saw him and took off, the other kept breaking in, and then Will heard a "blood curdling" scream, so he called the cops. We don't really know many of the specifics other than one of the roommates is out of town, one is already in jail, and the third guy, who isn't even supposed to live there, screams like a girl cause Will thought it was me screaming.
Why he was getting arrested too, I don't know. If they ever caught the guy that ran off, no clue.
So, I try to wrap some presents while watching Dr Who on DVD, but get almost nowhere being sick and exhausted. I finally read for a bit and am almost asleep around 11:00 when people start storming up and down the balcony outside my window, slamming the screen door to the apartment next door (prop it the fuck open bleedin' morons).
Thinking it could possibly be the bad guy come back I keep my large butcher knife from the kitchen next to my bed and prepare to hide behind a door and use it (stomach or throat) if necessary.
I finally peer out between the blinds in the kitchen, unable to fall asleep. It is my neighbors, apparently moving out. At midnight +.
I consider using my knife anyway.
I finally get asleep around 2 am.
I hate people.