Desk and danger.

This is one of my favorite antique shop finds.

$16.

Yes!

$16!

It was in Sheyla's cute apartment.

We just put it in the sun room

(this room needs the windows clean 

like no other room

in the history 

of dirty windows

but the ground is about 15 feet below).

The room-mate fiasco is never ending.

The girl denies that she threatened Sheyla

with her life.

Even though she was drunk 

and she called her some horrid 

swear word names

and complained about her at 2:30

in the morning

on the phone 

while just a few feet away.

No matter.

Sheyla felt threatened.

I'm not arguing semantics.

The whole situation blew up 

to gigantic proportions.

Sheyla is partly to blame 

for some things

but this other girl

is not being reasonable,

at all,

and is scary

(I had my own encounter 

with her 

on Saturday

and it wasn't fun).

I believe in working

differences out

but not at the peril

of your life

or your soul.

We did the right thing to

rescue Sheyla.

I just hope 

things turn out 

all right.

What's that saying?

It will be all right 

in the end.

If it's not all right.

It's not the end.