James drove me over to a friend's house to drop off dinner tonight (chicken enchiladas--the first real food I've made in months), and I got in and looked at him: iPod plugged in, low calorie Naked juice in one cup holder, aluminum water bottle in other, Blackberry on the console, and that noiseless hybrid engine, and I asked who in the world he had become.
He looked sort of scared and said that he didn't know.
As an update, I did march down to my neighbor's door yesterday. They weren't home. Or, at least, didn't answer. I'll do it again today, and then I'll leave a note. Apart from the fact that this is driving me crazy, I'm having guests this weekend, and I'd rather my apartment didn't smell like a State Line motel.