My lovely Friday night off evolved into an entire weekend off...stomach flu (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). I watched the ENTIRE second season of Buffy, ate dark chocolate Hershey kisses, and hid from everyone and everything all weekend. It felt so...decadent. I figured it would be the best way to get through the next four weeks, because they're going to be pretty difficult. I needed this time to relax...

Of course, all do things really DO come to an end, and my end came last night with the return of the freaky phone calls that have been plaguing me for a few months. I don't even want to get into it. Quick summary? The guy who's calling is someone from Tina's (Sam's ex-wife) past, and this guy is BAD NEWS. He totally freaked me out, made me sick with fear, cry...and he knows where I live. That's just great. I called Tina this morning to give her the low-down....wish I felt better...wish I could've slept at least a little bit last night.