Casey said it best:
Wait. I can't remember what she said, actually, but it was something along the lines of, "It feels strangely ironic feeling paranoid but knowing someone really *is* after me."
Between hunting my guy and watching my ass, there's a lot to keep track of. Lotta strands in Duder's head. Fortunately, I'm sticking to a strict drug regimen so I can keep my head clear. -ish.
Anyway, I'm not going out of the house tonight.