Bill is still outside. I've yelled at him to leave but he won't answer. He just keeps hitting my door. I've called 911 twice. All they said was "do not engage him." They didn't even say they'd send a cop. I knew I should've bought a gun.
Might as well write since I'm definitely not sleeping. Bill has lost his f---ing mind. He's just staring at my door. At least he stopped banging on it, finally. Valerie's crashed in the bed room. Had to give her two of those sleeping pills to calm her down, but once she stopped crying Bill seemed to chill out.
They are evacuating Chicago. That's like 3 million people.