A loud noise outside the apartment reminded me of this story:

When we were still living in San Diego, James and I were sitting in our living room one night, watching a movie (I think it was the Lion King) when we heard what I swear was a gunshot. James and I are both crazy scared of shit like that, but I am also a morbidly curious person, so I was all for going outside to look, James however, made us hide behind the door. Then we called 911 and told them we had heard a gunshot, we were told the police would come. No one ever did. Gives you a helluva lot of confidence in the police, huh?

Yeah, I was just laughing remembering that. The funny thing is we lived in a really really nice neighborhood. Since we never heard anything more about it, I guess it wasn't a gunshot. Unless there is a deadbody hidden somewhere. Hmmm.

Oh yeah, and Indie is an amazing snake. We bonded today, as he cruised around my arms. ball pythons rock!