Boy, I am the cosmic shitbucket right now. I am at my mother-in-law’s and someone broke the driver-side rear passenger window of my car and stole my laptop bag, which was inside the car, behind the driver’s seat.
Not all is bad, though; my laptop computer was inside the house at the moment, so the most precious item that would normally have been inside the bag is safe and sound. I did lose, however, the power cord (which I had just bought about a month ago after my cat bit through the original one), a Dell network card, my Palmpilot, my two checkbooks (personal and Highmoon Media Productions account) and (and this hurts so much) my Holland/Belgium travel journal and my personal daily journal. Somewhere in Miami, some asshole has my personal thoughts of my recent trip and my most intimate thoughts ranging from the day of my wedding ’till just two days ago.
The cops came and took all the pertinent information, and CSI also came by, but as expected, there were no fingerprints, given they just smashed the glass, reached in and took the bag. And I heard it all happen, too.
I am so mad right it’s not even funny.
I do thank G-d that the computer is safe and sound, but the loss of my journals feels like a dagger plunged straight into my heart.
My one hope is that they will have realized there is nothing of value inside the bag (they can take the Palmpilot and the network card for all I care) and threw the bag out the window somewhere, and that maybe, just maybe, I can recover what is truly important.