To whomever stole my wallet: I hope when you eventually go to jail, you get rectally abused with a broomstick by your new cell mate, Thud, as he makes you his prison bitch.
On a similar note, I haven't been cooking or going out to eat or anything because I am dealing with the loss of my identity. You really don't exist without bank cards, driver's ID, and your social security card (yeah, I had just moved, it wasn't out of my wallet yet). Wouldn't a chip placed in my neck like the cats have been easier?
Just anything I write right now just isn't coming out, and my energy is mostly spent dealing with covering bases. We'll get back on track soon, I promise. Just as soon as this is taken care of.
Thanks for your understanding.