I was stalked by a crazy stranger today back from the market. He is black, probably mentally ill and was riding a bike. He was following me all the way to RAND, keeping asking me to marry him and if I liked killers. Well, he was crazy so I thought the best response was no response and continue walking. Otherwise, I would really have shouted him and pour all my work stress on him and called the police (if only I had brought my cell phone with me alas!). I was really scared at that time. Though it was only verbal harrassment, it also brought back many other unpleasant memories. But I was fortunate that it was only verbal, I didn't really want to fight in my nice linen. Two hours later I finished one pound of cherries, and thinking, maybe large quantities of sweet fresh cherris could help calm disturbed nerves?