Oh, also, tonight someone knocked loudly on my door at almost 7p.  I don’t even know why I answered it, perhaps I was just startled that someone was knocking at that hour, but I opened the door to see a very short middle-aged Chinese man, wearing nice slacks, a button-up shirt, and a necktie, holding a leather satchel.  He looked quite nervous, told me he was visiting all the houses in the neighborhood, and asked me if I was a friend of God.  I just stared at him a minute, and then mumbled something about having to make dinner and closed the door.  

I imagine he was just introverted and not well-suited for missionary work, but I’d like to think that maybe he wasn’t expecting a bitch with a shaved head and tattoos on her neck to answer the door of our relatively fancy little house and got flustered for a minute.  That’s what he gets for sneaking up on a bitch like that.  It was dusk and I didn’t even have my porch lights on, fer Chrissake.