Book and Landlord and It's Late

It's late. I've been working on my book all day, but I didn't make a lot of headway. Only about 1200 words actually written. It was important time spent, because I sketched out what's going to happen in the next few chapters. I'm VERY near the end! I still may make the end of the month!

My landlord never ceases to amaze me. After all the crap I went through last Sunday, after I called the police on him and yelled myself hoarse about his abuses of my privacy, I just found out that the same night he did the same thing to the woman living here, except he took her property and threw it on my bed to store for the night.

Apparently when she came home, after a long shift (she's a nurse), she went into her room, and all her stuff was gone. She basically kicked my landlords door down, and found out that he was storing it in my room.

Let me repeat, this was after I called the police on him for an invasion of privacy.

Nurse just told me about this tonight, and I had to go for a three mile run to cool down. My blood pressure shot up again. I'm suing him now, for sure.

I'm not going to think about it. I'm a little wired, so I'll write until I fall asleep.