Bad Boys, Bad Boys…

Went to bed early last night because I’m tired as hell and wanted to try and catch up on some shuteye.

This plan was working tolerably well until just after 4:00am when the freaking police came knocking at my door to investigate a report of someone “screaming for help” from my apartment.

I had to hurriedly make myself presentable and give a couple of cops a tour of the place to prove that I didn’t have a body hidden in a cupboard, after which I was far too freaked out to get back to sleep.

As such I am still tired as hell, and am now wondering what sort of confusion of ideas could have resulted in such a situation.