Oh great.

Hoodie dude was outside again earlier after I was cleaning up after I got home from work, and actually in the yard this time. He had a knife or something in his hand, so I grabbed the first thing that came to hand in my supplies I've been getting together.  By the time I got back, he was on the porch and tacking an envelope to the door. It's probably got one of those stupidly ominous messages or something in it. I haven't checked yet.

Anyway,  I may have just shot someone in the chest with a flare gun at fairly close range and then slammed the door in his face as quickly as I could. Um. He's gone now, but that's going to hurt, considering he was kind of on fire. Second or third degree burns at least. I... hope I haven't screwed up things for myself even more. Cripes. Freaking adrenaline and anxiety.... I'm currently taking this surprisingly well, considering the situation, but I feel like I'm going to collapse at any moment, but I couldn't let him any closer to the house with Marie here. Time to curl up with some music and calm down some after I get this cut bandaged, if I can manage it. Focus on something positive. Focus.

Tia, before you read this, no. The answer is still no.