Obviously not meant to own CDs
I'm having such a wonderful week so far... today my car was broken into at a restaurant parking lot. Shattered the drivers side window. Fortunately all that was taken was a bag that the asshole probably thought was a purse. It contained a notebook that I was using as a story idea journal/catch all for jotting down notes, my floppies 9which of course had story files on them *sigh* and a small CD case that of course had CDs in it.
I give up. I am never taking CDs in the car again. I'll have to deal with the radio.
I'm obviously paying off some Karmic debt. I know what was stolen really didn't amount to much... but it was personal dammit. Story bits... some pics.... nothing that is important...but personal bits of my mind.. and I feel.. sick. Not really violated.. but.. certainly wounded. I feel kinda sick to my stomach.
AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sorry, had to scream)
I give up. I am never taking CDs in the car again. I'll have to deal with the radio.
I'm obviously paying off some Karmic debt. I know what was stolen really didn't amount to much... but it was personal dammit. Story bits... some pics.... nothing that is important...but personal bits of my mind.. and I feel.. sick. Not really violated.. but.. certainly wounded. I feel kinda sick to my stomach.
AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sorry, had to scream)