Today I spent twenty minutes after I came home from work trying to get up the stairs to my (Peter's) house. A mommy raccoon and her two babies were taking a nap/break in front of my door and wouldn't move no matter how much stupid ass crinkly noise I made or how much I made my cell phone make sounds. I called Peter and he just laughed at me and then said "Whatever you do, don't let them bite you, because there are many needles in the stomach that will follow and they're painful. Raccoons are aggressive, especially with their babies." Made me feel so much better, and I knew all of that, which is why I'm afraid of them! *sigh* So eventually I thought they left and came into the house. They didn't leave, they're still chillaxin' on the fire escape. Bastards. That's my story.
Peter should be bringing back my piece to my computer that I need to put in my new 80 GB hard drive. Maybe he'll be back before I go to bed? I wouldn't count on it at all. But I really REALLY want a working computer. Badly. I'm on Peter's right now. I also want some chocolate, but there isn't any in the house and I'm too afraid to go back outside.