Woke up at 4:46 to the doorbell ringing over and over again non-stop at 7 second intervals. I groggily noticed it was still dark outside and made a pretty safe assumption that anyone who rings the doorbell like that at oh-dark-thirty is either a psychopath or in serious trouble. I hopped out of bed, threw on a pair of pants and grabbed my Beretta and popped in a full clip.

On the way down to the first floor, I happened to glance out the window and saw Suz's mom's SUV parked outside on the street. I popped the clip back out, crawled back into bed, poked Suz and told her to go deal with her mother. It's a damn good thing she doesn't try to let herself in.

Dubi Kaufmann posted one of my pictures to his site.

The National Park Service thinks that Washington Post columnist Courtland Milloy is asking too many questions.

Currently listening to: The sound of a fully loaded 9mm clip clicking into the grip of a Beretta 92.

March 23, 2003 - March 25, 2003

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