A lesson I never seem to learn.

Don't put me, scissors, silk, and math in the room at once if I'm...crabby. No good can come of it.

I feel sick.

I'm now waiting for the police to show up at my place.

How the fuck did this happen?

Done.

We'll see what happens now. Officer Hall was very cool. He took one look at my place and was convinced I'm a spell-casting vampire. I think I disabused him of the notion. He assured me there will be stories told at the precinct tonight.

I reported the missing items. I gave him particulars. It's done now.