This postI woke up this morning at 5 (as usual) and took my shower (also as usual). When I got back, though, my iPod wasn’t where I’d left it the night before. My first thought was that I’d moved it in my sleep — some of the books on my desk were in different places, and I vaguely remembered a dream wherein I moved them around. (I don’t think it was a library sorting-the-shelves dream, but thanks for asking. :P) Poking around in my backpack and its environs proved fruitless, however.
“Well,” I thought, “maybe my roommates borrowed it during the night.” Not likely but not impossible. I waited till they got up.
Turns out their iPods were missing, too. And the cash from their wallets. (And the $3 from mine.) And more cash that was lying on my one roommate’s shelf. Then that one roommate mentioned that as he was sleeping on the couch last night, he woke up early (4:00ish) to find some big guy standing in our kitchen. “Huh?” he said. “Oh, hey, I was trying to meet up with your roommate,” he said, and then into his cell phone he said, “Steve, sorry, I think I’m freaking his roommate out. I’d better go.” And he went. With our stuff.
Lesson learned: don’t leave your doors unlocked.
We of course had the police come over and fingerprint everything and stuff. Gave them the serial numbers for our iPods as well. To be perfectly honest, I don’t really care that my iPod is gone — it’s just a thing, and a luxury item at that. I don’t know yet if I’ll get a new one. (It’s a lot of money to spend.) Luckily they didn’t take my computer — all my work — or my journals. That’s about all that really matters. And with the computer, I’m going to get a second external hard drive and hide it away somewhere so that if it ever does get stolen, I won’t lose all my data. Now I’ve just got to get my journals digitized, and then I’ll be fully safe. (Ha, yeah right. :))
Anyway, it looks like it’s going to storm this weekend, which’ll be delicious. I love a good storm.
