i rang my roommate and she's out at the mall, she didn't hear the noise.
i rang my running partner and she didn't hear anything next door.
so now i just have to wait it out. i know that the stove is out of gas, but i looked out the window and the gas tank is still there, hasn't exploded... there are kids outside, it might be fireworks. naw, they are probably at my door now using a discarded bobby-pin to pick the lock. wish me luck. or bid me adieu.
moral of the story: lock the front door or you'll be writing your memoir from under your bed... without any coffee