went to church this morn. african methodist episcopal church to be exact. scouting for a sweeeet gospel choir for "soldier of love". went to israel counter protest. went to production mtg at insomnia cafe for "soldier of love". couldnt get back home. streets were blocked off by cops and fire trucks. a hold up and murder occurred, suspect in a car with a gun. we asked if i could go around another street to get to my house. tried. blocked off. cop told us to wait it out. hema asked, like a valley girl, completely unintentionally, how long? (like, i've got a pilates class in the morning ::toss blond pigtail:: cant you hurry up?) i guess i'm so used to this in my neighborhood. car battery stolen the other day. roommates car broken into the same weekend, $200 stolen. oh, life. so waited it out at hema's place until past midnight. they never caught the suspect. bloodhounds on the hunt. we all locked our doors. everone is sleeping upstairs tonight. this is what i get for going to church.