today started off a little differently than most days.
i was pretty exhausted from the weekend so i slept in pretty late.. i mean, real late.
i woke up actually pretty pissed off at myself, but oh well.
all my blinds are closed and whatever ounce of light there was outside on this terribly nasty day out didn’t stand a chance of making it through to me.
i get up in the pitch dark and throw some pants on and walk out to the living room to see if any of my roommates are home.
the living room, at this time, also had its blinds close and like i said, its pretty crummy out so the whole apartment is pretty dark.
no one home.
i walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and out of the corner of my eye i notice the front door.. wide open.
okay, now maybe on a normal day i might not have thought much of it, “oh weird, maybe Niko was carrying stuff out and forgot to come back up and close the door” or something of that nature.
but not today.
today, for some reason, perhaps the fact that i slept till about 2:00pm and wasn’t quite recovered from that, or perhaps the fact that the apartment was so dark and scary, but today, i went directly and abruptly into ninja mode without an ounce of rational thought.
my immediate reaction was that someone was in the apartment, or that someone had been in the apartment.
i did a swift look at the TV… weird, it was still there.
okay, so were haven’t been robbed.
if the TV and everything are still there, then so was the person currently in my apartment, right?
they must be here to kill me, i thought.
my next immediate reaction was to grab the largest knife i could find.
i found not only one giant knife, but two.
at this point i’m dual wielding two giant butcher knives as i make my way around the corner of the kitchen.
peer around the corner, don’t see anything.
make my way around the the second corner.
nothing.
look behind the couch.
nothing.
think to myself, “my gosh, i hope my roommates don’t walk in.”
i make my way down the hall and check out all the closets.
the other bedroom.
the bathroom.
nothing.
here i stand in a dark empty apartment in my sweatpants, my edward scissorhand bedhead, and two giant knifes clinched tightly in both hands and not a soul in sight.
then my phone begins to ring, “crap, this is straight out of a horror movie! this is totally the killer!”
“hey Brandon, this is Kayla from work.. we had some schedule changes this week, you were supposed to be here at 2:00”
..boy do i feel dumb.
