… all sparkled with broken glass

So…

Chad drove me back to school this morning,
and as we pull into a visitor spot, I see my car. The rear windshield is smashed
to pieces, some of which are on the ground. Most of which are inside my car, and
a few pieces are scattered across the front street. (Pictures to follow.)

Now, there are three people who dislike me enough, or could dislike me
enough, or who dislike my family enought to do this. One is my old roommate, and
suffice it to say that I don’t think even she would bethis psychotic. The other
is System Administrator, but I don’t think he’s capable of swinging a baseball
bat that hard. The third is is my sister’s ex-boyfriend, who attacked her and
punched someone’s face in so hard his eye socket collapsed and threatened to
kill one of her guy friends and has been basically stalking her and had a fight
with her two days ago. And I think it was him.

I’m scared, I’m pissed.
I’m freaking out.

And may I say that it is really frigging hard to get
millions of tiny shards of glass out of upholstery and skin.

Gah.