I'm tired, damnit.

[seethingheathen]

I just spent the most odd two hours of my life.

I was sitting here in Dudley's second bedroom the computer room, and my doorbell rang. Since I wasn't expecting any visitors at 5:30 am, it scared the shit out of me. And, being the fool that I am, I answered the door. There was a woman on my porch asking to use my phone because she was nearly date raped and wanted to call for help.

I had two options: I could tell her to fuck off back to Russia, or I could let her use my phone. I let her use the phone (and throw her torn bra away in my rubbish bin).

She rang her daughter-in-law (who would not come to get her) and a friend. The friend said he was on his way.

We chatted for two hours about life, her grandkids, Catechism, the state of the world today, and lipstick.

All I have to say is... what the fuck?