So 2 days ago
There I was, minding my own business, having a normal workday lunch with Winky at one of my new favorite places, Cosi, talking about whether or not "unclean" in the Old Testament can be equated with "sin"; did the Old Testament even have a concept of sin, and so on...you know...the usual. Anyhow, there I was, and someone decided to go and steal my purse and in so doing ripped apart the very fabric of space and time itself.
Ok, myabe I exaggerate the effects of said theft slightly.
Its a little thing, but it has had a big impact on my life lately, and I think it will be a lasting impact in some ways. I will have a long, meaningful post about this soonish, I think.
Or maybe I'll just get over it. That would be nice.